What if, instead of listening to our doubts, we took a good hard look at them? What if, when we do, it turns out we don’t believe them? What if believing our doubts is the worst thing we can do?
Most of us are overcommitted. We juggle work, kids, household chores, hobbies, volunteer positions, etc. and maybe we’d be better off if we cut out some of those activities. But which ones do we cut? And which ones do we avoid in future? That is the question, isn’t it?
What if you woke up one day and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung-out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you…
Even though we live in the woods, I do not expect to meander into the backyard and find a hawk chick toddling towards me.
For a few short weeks, my empty nest is full again. Two dorm rooms worth of stuff have returned home to fill the bedrooms and teeter in odd corners. Music floats from rooms where a few weeks ago there was only silence. Extra cars jostle for position. The refrigerator and pantry are stuffed with a selection of foods and beverages…
For my post this week I was going to write a list of suggestions on how to get through a child’s college graduation without crying, but it would have been very short: You can’t. So, instead, enjoy these thoughts on a related subject: Planned Obsolescence