So much to do, how will we ever get to it all? There’s not enough time in the minutes, the seconds, the hours, the days… So much to do, so little time.
Since we get what we say, I ‘m changing my language. Starting now, I scrap everything above, and go foward in this:
Ahhh, the elusive goal. Attaining balance with our work and our play. It occurs to me now that although my challenge is to play more, it may be another’s struggle to play less. (Mind. Blown.) Either way, balance is a good thing.
Except… It’s elusive. It’s also a moving target. Because life is in constant motion, so our circumstances are always changing. That fulcrum point always shifts in response to our beautiful, non-stagnant lives.
Recently I learned of another way to consider this life wellness approach, and it really resonates with me:
I learned something about myself recently. I don’t particularly enjoy sewing.
The thing is, I really used to get great joy out of it. So you can imagine my confusion and surprise.
Where in our lives do we continue with our “shoulds?” Where do we carry on as always, as if we have not grown from and beyond? Maybe it’s realizing that the only thing we actually have in common with that longtime friend is… fourth grade. Perhaps rather than continuing to garden, frequenting the farmers’ market sounds like a welcome relief. Or it might look like the moments of solitude we craved now just feel empty.
Realizing something we used to enjoy no longer gives us pleasure, we find ourselves in a moment of loss. In an interesting place of things are not what we thought, anymore. Is it a moment? Is it a mountain?
gina drellack 