Sometimes life is wonderful, sometimes it sucks, sometimes we are working towards something significant and at other times we are just drifting along, recharging, but for some reason it is the drifting that is the most challenging.
It makes me wonder ……….. Is there an art to just being?
Historically I have not been good at not having a focus, though it took me a while to realise this. For a period of my life, well for the best part of the last 10 years there has always been something going on. Firstly there was a new house, then there was a wedding and then a new job, and then a baby, and then another baby and then another new house and then a couple more new jobs and now…..?
Well I appear to be just being.
Nothing significant is on the horizon. But for the first time I don’t think it is a problem. I don’t feel lost, I don’t feel like I need a project. In fact I think I know myself better now than I have done in a long time and that is largely due to the company I keep.
Is the need for something to focus on, to do a common thing? Does everyone actually exist in the constant cycle of doing? Does the lack of focus and purpose make people lost? Unsure? Unhappy?
What happened to the simple life? It sounds very appealing to me.