I’m finally tackling the time thing — I’ve started an essay. We’ll see how it goes. As time is the topic, it’s likely it won’t be finished any time soon.
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Heading off to yoga class in about half an hour. I like yoga and look forward to stretching and feeling my body through my breath. It’s true — you do discover a new awareness of your body and your self when you concentrate solely on breathing. I try to incorporate what I learn into my daily routine, but often find I JUST DON’T HAVE THE TIME. (It drives me nuts how often I repeat that phrase!)
I’ve discovered, though, something in my writing of this essay, that has helped me get past the guilt of blaming a lack of time for not accomplishing all that I try to accomplish. It is this: When I look back on my journals, and read about my many attempts at doing something, be it yoga or writing or running a marathon, I take pride in the fact that I keep on trying.
At any time, I suppose, I could just quit, say to hell with it — I’m NEVER going to have the time — but I don’t, or at least I haven’t yet. Maybe I’ll never write anything as wonderful as Who Has Seen The Wind, and maybe I’ll never be able to stand with my forehead touching my knee , and it is very unlikely I’ll ever run a marathon, but I can keep on doing things that lead me ever onward towards those pie-in-the-sky goals.
So, maybe this is something that will go in my essay: Faith in oneself can conquer the vagaries of time. That sounds ultimately quotable, doesn’t it?
All That Matters 