For now, I’ve decided to change the look and format of my blogs.
I’m going to drop the pictures, and the quotes and keep to a maximum of 500 words.
I want to focus on my writing.
I’ve entitled today’s post, ‘We try so hard’, but we do.
Try; try; and try, as if our life depended on it.
If it’s not hurting, it’s not working.
For a long time this resistance-infused, oracular approach ruled (or ruined?) my life.
What would have happened if I’d allowed or been moved to let go of everything and focus on one thing?
Sadly, the money and moral turpitude of work checked my desire to follow my call.
This is madness: we’re gifted life; we know we’re running on empty; and the most important question we ask is:
More heartache, more stress, more bittersweet moments.
It’s conjecture, but I’ll wager there’s one thing you do without trying.
And yet, you don’t believe that it’s anything more than an interest.
What would happen instead if you were moved to allow the passion, love and connection to consume your life?
No nagging doubts, no money imperative and no need to keep up with anyone or anything.
I will say this. Having begun again to explore the limitations of my life, I realise what’s stopped me from being me — all body, mind and soul — is the fact that I’ve never questioned why I’ve tried so hard. I’ve put it down to my competitive spirit but that’s nonsense.
I’m sure there’s a place for grit and determination but not at the expense of living true to who we are.