Saturday morning after a party night at a gallery. I am having coffee at 11.00, thinking how I can make the best of my day.
Probably, by taking it easy. Yesterday I finished my short-story but it seems that I am still in the rush rhythm. Or not? My body asks me to take it easy and just lie in the sun. We are lucky enough to have a sunny day in London, with a beautiful wind, let’s enjoy that!
I am expecting friends to visit and felt overwhelmed between cleaning up the house, keeping on track with my goals and taking some time for myself.
A lot of things have been accomplished, but the side of me that is critical, is not completely satisfied: is this good enough? There is an ideal of “perfection” that is hiding somewhere, ready to say a word.
I could compare this to the feeling I had as a child when I first stepped into a huge library. Is it ever possible to read all these books? And then, shouldn’t I, if I am a good pupil or student?
One of my teachers laughed at me and told me that with the time I will realize a lot of things are not worth reading, so that limits the number to quiet few in the end.
Maybe this is a bit arrogant, but at the same time it is a way to limit options and make a choice: what is important to me today?
Or, how do I follow an objective and at the same time stay cool?
It’s like being a tender mother to ourself, encouraging and loving no matter what, and at the same time giving ourself incentives to grow and get off the beaten track 😉