making sense of it…or not
Editor’s note: I found this post in my drafts. I hadn’t ever published it so there’s no date on it. I’m guessing it’s from about April or May 2007 so I’ll make up a date and publish it. 10/16/07. Cross posted at BlogHer.com (!!)
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Makes about as much sense as the whole post made at 12:30am. Journaling at the extremes of the day leaves you open to what’s truly in your unconscious and on your heart. It may not be comprehensible but it never will be until you get it out and look at it. At least that’s my story. And I’m sticking with it today.
I’m just amazed at my ability to love my life completely (good kids, good work, comfortable living, ‘enough’, time for recreaction) and at the same time feel like there could be more. To be busy beyond all reason doing all those things listed above and still have time for thoughts to turn to someone else. To think “oh ____ would love this!” or “I wonder what ___ would say about this?” or “I wonder what ___ is doing?” and “I wish ___ were here.” And the one that wraps me around the axle “I wonder when/how we can see each other again.”
For the fact remains that my life is full. F.U.L.L. I don’t have a lot of time for fritterin’ away. I’ll make time for ya, but I’m just not a sittin’ around kinda gal. A look at my calendar by a normal logical (sane?) person would say “Where would you fit in someone else? Especially if it’s someone you care about and not just a ‘diversion’?”
It’s a good question but the wrong question. Time is fluid and flexible. Like energy. Like love.
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
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A year ago (or longer) on This Journey…
