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| Persimmon Creek June 2011 |
Feet numb from the chilly water, face warm from the midday sun, a cool breeze flutters by. I desperately attempted to freeze a memory I fully intended to easily recall at a later
....less tranquil time.
I could lie and say that every time I see this picture I am immediately transported back to the moment I was standing in that very spot.
I could wax poetic about the juxtaposition of serene backdrop and the effervescent half pint splashing about.
[insert overtly sappy musings here]
Now that's out of the way....
Truth be told, I can't ignore the droning hum of the AC down the hall as I peck away clumsily at the key board in our poorly lit guestroom/ home office/ craft space/ storage unit/ place to keep the liter box...and today's heat index was in the triple digits. Clues to the realities of everyday life far from the secluded creek.
This bucolic picture is merely teasing me as I sit here in front of the industrial glow of a computer screen.
How can one possibly return to what now feels like an unattainable state of relaxed placidity?
Find the sweet spot. Maybe even become unbalanced.
Become a better you, instead of just a poor copy of someone else. We each have been given true passion or genuine gifted talent for a handful of things.
Hone those passions,
let go of the rest,
never let a "job description" define who you are.
To do one thing well always means not doing so well on something else. Appropriate balance can't be defined by a schedule or a check-list. It's defined by that sweet spot where we're pursuing whatever helps us play out our role better, avoiding whatever sidetracks us or casues us to fail, and ignoring most of the rest. Standing before God, we won't be asked how balanced out life was. We'll be asked how faithfully we fullfilled our calling.
Spirituallity for the Rest of Us, Larry Osborne
Now I almost sense the delicate trickle of a secluded creek...
