Sunday, January 30, 2011
Maybe it's because I'm 57 and in transition with my life goals; maybe it's because I'm re-evaluating what life is all about; maybe it's because I live in my own sort of sub-culture; maybe it's because I long for conversations and interactions to have meaning and purpose......maybe I just want too much. Heck yeah, I'm intense. A friend, frustrated with my need for "depth" finally lost it with me yesterday. "Why do you always think everything has to mean something or teach a lesson or have a moral?" Exasperated was she----with me. Lighten up was the message. Oooooo, that is so hard for me.
I know that others of you reading this have a similar longing/craving to soak the life sponge of all of its meaning. My little fellow, Taylor, is my constant reminder that we are here for bigger purposes than to settle for Dancing with the Stars, over-caring if our boobs sag (just a little), obsessing about if we've made enough, done enough, been enough. Are you following me? Are you with me?
I want to get this life right whatever that means.
Maybe I'm trying too hard.
I think I am trying too hard.
Where is Mother Teresa when I need her? What made her not care about using lip gloss?
How do we get to that place?
Where's the balance?