I feel as if my life is undergoing a constant reality check. In the past year, I've taken it apart, piece by piece, because I knew it needed to be different. Now I sit with all the pieces in front of me, and no clue how they're supposed to fit back together, and I'm afraid to start for fear that I'll get it wrong.
"Hm. What now?" I ask myself as I stare at my life, "This is very interesting."
Maybe they won't fit until some new pieces are added...
ReplyDeleteThat is entirely possible...
ReplyDeleteYour response to our common problem seems much calmer than mine!
ReplyDeleteQuoting my worldview teacher, "You can't work under stress."
ReplyDeleteAlthought, Mir, I will say... my response wasn't always this seemingly calm. You're not alone, my friend.