Is this really who you want to be, sitting in front of your computer at 4:56 in the morning, playing solitare?
Is this really who you want to be, catching up on the posts of a favourite blogger, knowing the truth of which she speaks, wishing for the courage to be more of what she writes?
Is this really who you want to be, knowing there is your process painting waiting to be painted?
Is this really who you want to be, wondering where you got lost and how you’ll find your way back?
Is this really who you want to be, thinking you should be any one else, any where else, but here?
Where you want to be. Who you want to be. Here. Now.
What is it my beauty that calls to your spirit, to dust off the joy that so soon became clouded by bewilderment and grief?
To cease wanting.
To trust not knowing.
The essence of the false promise is that we can
make ourselves and our life whatever we want.
But this will only bring disappointment…
– Ezra Bahda in Margaret Wheatley’s Perseverance