It is astonishes me that almost everyone I know lives a harried out of control existence. I challenge you to find just a handful of people that when asked don’t say their life is crazy. Why?
I believe the main reason is that we do not accept our limits. We are not infinite beings. We are not God. We cannot work forever without stopping. We do not know all things and we never will. Neither can we say yes to every request made of us. We are finite and there is nothing we can do to change that.
This is not what the world sells us though. We are told we can do anything and everything. We can work full time jobs, be slender and fit and keep the house clean with a finely manicured lawn. We can have a career and raise a family all while reading the Oprah book of the month and exploring those ten things that drive our mate crazy in bed. Do more. Be more. Have more.
I do not think the point of life is to do. I think it is just to be and if we spend our finite amount of time each day and in this life always doing there will be no time to be.
What does this look like in real life? For me it means I can’t be a Cat 1 racer while working 50 hours a week and raising Mackenzie. It means I write a blog every other instead of every week. It means I put off that novel until Mack is in college. Or maybe I watch less TV so I can write the novel. I don’t know. I’m still working on it. I just know I cannot do it all and I’m tired of trying.
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