It seems like I’ve lived my life on a roller coaster of emotion. Up one day, down the next. Sometimes twisting around curves certain that at the other end is an experience so worrisome that I didn’t even notice where I really was at that given moment.
Whether we’re having the same experience over and over again, or it feels like the other shoe is about to drop, we want off this ride. Where is the peace, the joy, the wonderful life that we are meant to have?
What I’ve come to realize is that when I quit focusing on what isn’t going the way I thought it should, I can actually see what is. We didn’t come here to live the perfect life. We had that before we were born. (Okay, that assumes you believe that you’re a soul having a human experience.) What we have is the ability to experience the miracle of being human, and being human means there is joy and pain, happiness and misery, suffering and relief. None of those conditions are permanent anymore than life is.
If we choose to appreciate the experience, regardless of whether we consider it “good” or “bad,” we discover that life isn’t a roller coaster. It’s an amazing journey and exactly what we hoped for.
I’ve worn glasses all my life, and last month mine needed to be sent back to the manufacturer to be repaired. At my age seeing anything close up without help is, well, nearly impossible. After all I read and write for a living. So out came an old pair (that I had to dig through boxes to find). Wearing them for a week, it turned out, provided clarity for my life, in spite of my blurry vision.
Believe it or not there are times in my life when I can be quite the procrastinator. I bet most of you reading this have had your moments. The past few months I have been struggling with writer’s block. I’m not sure if it’s the beautiful weather, the lunar cycle, or what, but I have had a hard time shaking it. So when deadlines hit I procrastinate, putting it off until the very last minute. (If Cheryl Maloney, Publisher of Simple Steps Real Change Magazine, is reading this, she will verify that!) Some say that this “condition” is more of a “writing procrastination” than writers block. Either way, it’s time to practice what I preach and move on.
Regret and worry. In my life I’ve had more than my share, and they have robbed me of the ability to enjoy my life. The funny (ok, sad) thing about regrets and worries is they are self-inflicted. There is no person or thing outside of us that can ever force us to experience them.
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