There is more to do than there are hours in the day.
It’s just a fact.
We’ve all had moments of when-will-I-cram-that-yoga-time (which more often than not ends up instead at the freezer door with a large spoon headed for the chocolate ice cream).
And as we close our eyes after leaning against the closed freezer door, we realize that waiting for us in just a few hours is the need to get up tomorrow and try to fit 30 hours into 24.
Ever stop and wonder: Is this all there is?
We think that if it is, we may as well just throw in the towel. There has to be more to life than this.
To help combat that heavy feeling and give us the energy to keep driving through the day we place benchmarks ahead of us, things that we are working towards, things that we will “get to” after the hard work of today – the reward for all the work.
Something that makes it all worth it.
An Alaskan cruise.
A promotion at work with a better office and benefits.
Losing 15 pounds, and not finding them again.
A visit to the Hair Club for Men to restore the curly blond locks of 30 years ago.
What if, however, today is all there is?
Continue reading Is this all there is?
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I remember a conversation I had with my dad several years ago. We were in his office at work and I was in meltdown mode.
So what’s new, right?
But I was stumbling over inadequate words trying to communicate the incredible fear that would grip me, paralyzing me inside and sending me into frantic pacing on the outside.
I wasn’t afraid of anything in particular; I was just full of fear of everything.
Suffice it to say that it was pretty maddening.
I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a picnic for Ann and the kids either.
Lately I’ve been able to make clear contrasts between then and now.
The entombing fear is gone; I know in my head and my heart and my spirit that I have nothing to fear.
Continue reading Gain faith, grant forgiveness and then go forward
Once upon a time there was a man who wanted to help people in a distant corner of the world where war raged. Human decency had been replaced with animalistic survival. He knew that he must at least try to rescue as many as he could, even if it was only one.
He chose to leave his family behind at home, where they would be safe and protected from the degradation and, what should be unimaginable suffering, but had become not only imaginable but common place.
The journey was a long and difficult one. Very quickly basic rights and freedoms he had known and come to expect all his life disappeared. By the time he arrived at the battle zone, he felt himself already beginning to change.
His trusting personality learned to be wary. His open laughter and easy nature became closed, protected, and more numb each day. Where he once walked tall, straight, and with confidence, he now scurried with a stooped posture, almost fetal-like in a constant mode of self-protection.
It seemed that rather than helping lift those up who he had come to rescue, he was slipping down into the quagmire himself. Continue reading Does kindness only continue when it is reciprocated?