Last night I sat in a room with a bunch of women who “get” me. They listen when I speak and they understand what I say. That can’t be said of everyone in the world, but with these ladies fear of sharing quickly drops away. I know I can trust them, and I know they will support me, no matter what.
Do you have friends like that in your life? I hope you do.
Something that I shared at the end of our time last night has remained with me overnight. I thought of it this morning, when I woke. I thought about it again on the way to work. I thought about it when I opened my computer and began my day job. I was thinking of it again a few minutes ago…
Maybe when I left last night, the good stuff was just beginning to seep out of me, and I couldn’t finish what I’d begun. I was out of time. Maybe that’s why I’m still thinking about it today, I don’t know.
I’m concerned that I don’t know the meaning of balance in my life.
I wonder some days if I know how to be “happy.”
I know how to be intense.
I can “do” introspection.
I’ve learned loyalty to my skill set.
I’m good at critique, real good at it, but am I equally as “good” at experiencing joy or happiness, or finding balance between the hard and the easy of life?
I seem to spend myself on the hard.
When I look at the imaginary pie chart of activities in my head, it looks like I spend a disproportionate amount of time problem solving, as compared to embracing or creating joyful memories.
How do I flip the equation?
Maybe we all get in ruts along the way to here, and I’ve gotten in one that will take some work to get out of, I don’t know. I just know that my default setting seems to me to be something other than joy.
Can you relate?
Have you had to “teach yourself” to be more lighthearted, or are you naturally someone who levitates to the joyful side of life? When have you wished you were wired differently?