It’s so easy to spot in others – those that constantly complain about everything – but, do we catch it in ourselves?
These days I admit to feeling overwhelmed. Everywhere I look there are things to pack, and dust balls waiting to be scooped up. I lie awake thinking about it, instead of getting much needed rest.
So, I’m adopting a new mantra. Each time I fall into a mindset of lack, I’m consciously telling myself: There is time enough for everything. I’m getting it done.
It’s all about focus.
It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.
I love this quotation. I feel as if ‘cynicism’ has long been a companion of mine. She creeps into my writing and undermines my sleep. She is overridden, however, by my desire to make a difference.
As a teacher, I had plenty of opportunities to offer hope and substance to my students, but that has changed now. Age and illness have greatly reduced my contact with others. The striving is harder, and yet, just as applicable.
A teacher of mine once said that we are like tuning forks – our vibration, our energy, our attitude influencing those around us.
I keep these words close to mind. A worthy goal for living each day.
Nature leaves her fingerprint
on this land; River pushes on,
her perseverance a reminder
that all is flow, and what feels
like an ending, is indeed
just a passage in time:
Carry on.
(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)
Choose to rise above
believe in the certainty
of limitless skies
(Image my own)
