A Beautiful, Imperfect Life
I’m learning to be grateful for the moments where I am not performing. And to realize that all moments don’t have to be like the happy, relaxed, laughing ones in order to have a beautiful life.
I’m learning to be grateful for the moments where I am not performing. And to realize that all moments don’t have to be like the happy, relaxed, laughing ones in order to have a beautiful life.
A week ago, I took a half a Friday off and rode my bike home from work. The weather was perfect – mid 70s, windy but not too bad. I hoped to bike off months of stress and frustration, clear my head and reenergize myself for my manuscript revision work ahead. An awful load of expectations for a bike to carry.
Burnout is motivating me to rethink how I’ve been living and make changes to simplify and balance my life
Not to sound morose or overly dramatic, but there are some moments that it seems I can literally feel myself dying. Of course, we all are dying in a way as we age. But generally, we don’t FEEL it — the body going cell by cell. Oops! There goes another one!
My horse accident happened at a time in my life when I was extremely happy. I had never had so much in my life that was good. And I had never had so much to lose. I was terrified.
“T.S Eliot once said, ‘If you aren’t in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?’ We should all feel as if we’re in over our heads when we write; that’s how we know we’re writing about something that really matters. So it takes either courage, self-deception, ignorance, or some of all three, to knowingly put ourselves in this position. It takes an endless supply of hope. Writing anything is ultimately an act of faith and love.” ~ Lee Martin