Weaving through week – helping clients achieve wishes and needs, working-through struggles despite those who failed to do what they promised …
Angst in direct proportion to my own failings to complete what I said I would. Not so much failing to deliver to others in a timely fashion, but failing to deliver what I promised to myself.
Who is fit to judge our rightness, our wrongness – our inappropriate thoughts or mistakes? No critic knows us better, no friend knows us this deeply at that depth of self-analysis paralysis.
Weekend days of physical mental emotional recovery are only fun to watch when examining our own from the inside out. We see 7.5 billion people through just one set of eyes. We assess what is right and wrong with the world through just one mind, ours. We can see where we are headed, see where we are going. Often difficult to see ‘just where we are’ let alone try to figure out where anyone else is.
Doesn’t matter that we know, but helpful to have some sense of direction as to whether things are going in a positive or negative direction. If negative, we apply brakes and turn around. But if positive, what then? Do we blithely carry on, or dig deeper for more energy, for more drive and ideas, more push and pull and giddy-up so we thrive?
When my urge to move is no longer or stronger than what it takes to refill my coffee cup, eat my eggs and turn pages of newsprint as I wake – those days set the stage for a strange brew of lethargy and deep thought. I spend more time in thought on mornings where my body and brain are weary. Now coffee and newsprint ink stained fingers prove I’m warmed up, primed, ready to go.