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A Paradox

Hi my friend,

Yes, I have to cop to the fact that the title of this post is pretty poor. If you can think of something better, let me know 🄓.

Spring is stirring here, which is amazing given that spring has yet to spring. But there is no denying that the forsythia are awake, some trees are beginning to unroll their leaves and lawns are hinting that something better is in their future. I feel that it would be remiss not to notice, given the sense of urgency that arrives with all of this activity and the silent request that we pay attention.

And yet, I’m not there yet. I still exist in this headspace that aches for a revival of ā€˜newness’. Yet, the fact remains that I ricochet between disbelief and fear, with some anger in the middle. Where is gratitude? Grace? Hopefulness? I’m trying, I really am. It feels like somewhere I turned in the wrong direction and am now living in a backward space. I know I’m not alone, I know that I have been lucky and blessed, and feel guilty that I don’t hang out in that reality more often.

ā€When one is in a mess…one has no right to worry about the idiocy of one’s own psychology, but must do the next thing with diligence and devotion and earn the goodwill of others. In every littlest thing you do in this way you will find yourself. [Everyone has] to do it the hard way, and always with the next, the littlest, and the hardest things.ā€ Carl Jung

To paraphrase – suck it up buttercup.

So, I’ve started going to the gym (don’t pat me on the back, it’s not a habit yet). I’m making a conscious choice to notice what is around me that is wondrous, and with a little diligence, can always see something. I am disillusioned by so much, my challenge is to balance that out with some good stuff too.

Small steps…small steps. This is a new persona for me, thinking a bit like Lily Tomlin – ā€œI worry no matter how cynical you become, it’s never enough to keep up.ā€ It’s tough not to feel jaded and dismissive. It’s arguably what one is faced with these days. Small steps, small steps…I’m not giving up with resignation; I’m heading straight for the spring.

Hope your day is great

Mimi

25 thoughts on “A Paradox”

  1. Oh honey, you have captured my state of malaise perfectly, as you always do. Like you, I AM grateful…for my health, my family, my friends, my home, my work AND the insistent birdsong and bud that remind me a new season is nigh. And yet…the conversations that must be had with myself some mornings just to get out of bed are increasingly intense. I am like a gun shy dog when faced with the prospect of checking the morning’s news, which has become a ceaseless whirl of ā€œwhat fresh hell is this?ā€

    This morning was a perfect example…I went out for my morning walk, enjoyed a lovely encounter with a ruby red cardinal, soaked up the sun’s first rays and reveled in the silence that marks the break of day. I came home with a full cup, only to learn that we had launched a war on Iran, at which point all solace flew out the window like so much dirty bath water. šŸ˜”

    My conclusion…we must focus relentlessly on that which we can control and exercise the ole ā€œLet Themā€ and ā€œLet Meā€ mantra like there’s no tomorrow. Because at some point, there won’t be, and I don’t want to have wasted my precious days on bullshit.

    Love. You.

    1. I guess as long as you focus more on the birdsong and less on the cacophony that the news trumpets (pun intended). It is hard to do; if it was easy we’d be missing the point. Gratitude deserves to be savored…small steps, sunshine…love, m

    1. I’m with you – small steps are all I can do, though I have to do it consciously or it will pass by unnoticed. You capture these gorgeous moments with your camera, and I have to think that you’re intentionally aware of what you see and how you see it. Perhaps you’re farther down the road, then you realize, my friend.

      1. You string together magnificent moments. Whether the awareness is fleeting, the fact remains that you are always able to find it

  2. Hi my friend…always puts a pep in my step to see you land in my inbox…thank you for alighting here today! I think you speak for many, and definitely me, with this post. The push-pull of “ok, I got this today, I got my to-do list, I’m ready, etc. etc…” and then, BAM, that gut punch of more bad news lands squarely in the middle of all motivation. The emotional whiplash is exhausting. But I remind myself that I am ok, even though WE are not ok. It is small steps indeed.

    And Lori and David…ditto!

  3. hi my friend…you always put a little pep in my step when you land in my inbox, so thank you for alighting here today! I couldn’t agree more…the whiplash of ‘ok, today, I’ve got this…my to-do list is ready, I feel like I can tackle the day” and then BAM – news drops that just squarely lands a gut punch to all motivation. I remind myself, I am OK, even though WE are not. And yes, baby steps. And in my mind, baby steps means, take a step, sit down, take a step, fall down. Take a step…And to Lori and David…ditto, a resounding ditto.

    1. Hi Bonbon,
      Seeing your name in my inbox makes me happy – before I even read your comments. I like the rhythm of your steps – I didn’t even include falling down and getting up. Perhaps that’s the key – how to handle the inevitable fall. And I guess as long as we get up, we’re muddling through. Great to ā€˜hear’ from you – as always…

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