What if I just stopped and hung out with my flowers for awhile? Gave up all of whatever it is I am doing and said "enough"?
There are two camps of people in my life...they are opposite in every way.
The first would be well-meaning and would say "You should continue on. You will regret it if you don't."
I'm thinking about that second camp. We haven't said anything to each other in awhile. I have an idea of what they'd say. Pretty sure I wouldn't like it. Even though there would be some truth. Convoluted truth, maybe, but truth, nonetheless. They'd also ask where I went even though I am right here. Physically, anyway.
And then, I have about two people who are really wise. I love them for it. The huge elephant present there is what they know and would like to say is something they also know I have to come to on my own.
To the first camp, will I? Will I really regret it? I don't know that I will.
To the second, I hear what you would say. I get it. But, putting it into practice only means, for me, leaving one extreme for another. The problem with the other is I associate it with so many things I hate. Laziness, for one. Tell me what it looks like absent of laziness.
To Princess D and the other D, I am almost there. I've got a hold on the elephant's tail. I don't know what I'm running from.
What if I refused to take another step for awhile? Just stopped? Not just one thing, a lot of things. How do I do that?
The final nail in this proverbial coffin came in the mail today. I've been anxiously waiting for it. Not because I use planners, I just like the idea of them. (And, it's new paper. I have a thing for new paper.) Not because I have even the slightest idea of what or where I'll be teaching next year.
Because there is a part of me that is constantly making plans.
What if I just left this blank for awhile? Would it kill me?