This post reminds me of the First World Problems Meme. People in Syria would not relate to this blog post. But I’ll share anyway at the risk of looking like a complete spoiled brat.
The snark and spark have been blown out of me lately. Could be tornadoes or too much news about politics, but I am hollowed out most days. My mother-in-law feels it. She said, bewildered, “Rocky, Do you know what I did yesterday? I went down to the basement and arranged my silk flowers.”
I’m right there with her. My crazy tasks look different, but feel just as non essential. Lots of filler. Life is stuffed with wood shavings.
How do you pursue purpose and passion without burning out? How many Tuesdays and Wednesdays pass unnoticed through 80 years of life and did we need them to counterweight those electric Saturday nights of youth?
I am reminded of my son, who one day wants to be a Navy Seal Ninja and the next wants to be a grocery bagger. Where does one find that balance? And what do you do in the doldrums to preserve that sense of well being?