Sometimes we aren’t ready.
I wrote a blog post for today, and while the quality is there, I don’t think it’s the right time. I’m not ready. So you are reading these words instead.
Sometimes we make mistakes.
I made a classic people pleaser slip earlier this week, and I beat myself over it for a few minutes before I ground myself to a halt. Mistakes happen. It’s unfortunate. But the self-flagellation doesn’t help anyone.
Maybe I won’t make the same mistake next time. But even if I do, it’s all part of the learning process. There is time.
Sometimes we don’t know what we’re doing.
We learn what we can and wade on in, and we do the best of which we’re capable. Not knowing is not always a good reason for not doing. The clear way may be to learn while we’re doing.
Sometimes the thing we’re looking for doesn’t look the way we expected it to look.
And then we end up in weird situations in which what we want is staring us in the face, only we look right past it. Ideas can be so sticky and aggressive, which makes them a wonderful creative force. But when we get too attached to the particulars of an idea, we can get stuck even when it isn’t necessary.
Sometimes we need the little things.
I was walking Nala last week, and the weather was warm but not hot, and the grass was littered with faded brown leaves. I wore boots and a plaid skirt, and Nala held her tail high and pranced at the end of her leash. I suddenly realized I was happy.
Sometimes we create our own meaning.
This is a tricky talent to possess because it can be so powerful. Powerful in a positive way, or powerful in a negative way. You can see the danger there.
But when wielded with care and mindfulness, meaning can infuse our lives with an excitement and a charge that is otherwise missing.
Sometimes we surprise ourselves.
I know I’m surprised. Are you?
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Another powerful post. Thanks.