As I write this, I’ve been up since 3 a.m. Torture! Minding racing. Taxes are in need of completion, my on-call work situation has dried up, laundry is a wrinkled mess (both dirty and clean) on top of my dresser. I haven’t seen my family in years. My inner and outer life is a mess.
Inside is an artist yearning to be free. I dream of nature, sunsets, dancing babies. There is a mini drill Sargent in my head which I allow to hold me back.
Spiritual teachings advise that once we accept what is and not resist, we are free in this present moment. It’s resistance that causes pain.
Recently I dusted off a well deserved read from my bookshelf:
Your Own Worst Enemy – Breaking Free of the Habit of Adult Underachievement by Kenneth W. Christian, PH.D.