It is a time for epiphanies and getting down to business. A few nights ago Wifey stayed up until some ungodly hour organizing the garage. It looks much, much better, but in the end, it's still just a bunch of our crap only presented in a much more palatable way. What is it that we're holing onto in there?
This was Wifey's take on the situation....
We pursued these dreams with our whole hearts. But then we moved on, and it's time for the garage to reflect that. I know deep down that we won't be returning to those pursuits (no more catering in my future, or beta fish, for that matter), simply because our dreams are bigger now. Our life experiences have broadened our capacity to pursue all our grand ideas, but unless I unload the remnants of dreams already lived, we won't have room for them.
I just started a new book this morning called, London Calling by Edward Bloor. The main character's observation of his mother hit me like a ton of bricks:
Mom doesn't live in the present at all. She lives in the past and in the future, but not in the present. She hates the present. The present is all bad for her; it is a punishment time that she has to endure.
Whoa. Here is something that I never want my kid to say about me, but I can see it happening. I can feel myself doing it. I'm not necessarily one to glorify the past, but I am always waiting for some glorious future. The future where I am a published author. The future where I am a successful photographer. The future in which I have a thriving community built on fully realized relationships.
I feel like I can see the problem, and now comes the business of fixing it. Oh thank goodness I have a therapy appointment today.
Open for business,