Ok. So, I picked the right road, one that headed toward my goals. So what happened? Why am I four days later wondering what just happened? As I look back over the past few days much has happened in my life. Mostly, though, I happened to me. Something I wrote in my last post unnerved me so much that I almost immediately removed it from my blog and all traces to it through my other blogs and my FaceBook. Why?
The answer is quite simple: It exposed me too much. It was uncomfortable. My psyche says, "Run. Hide." when this feeling comes up. So that's exactly what I did. I didn't even realize I was "gone" for so long. My life continued on. My desire to reach my goals continued on. ... but my ability to be accountable to "the outside world" shut down. I still talked with my EC and we continued to raise our family and meet their needs. Still I wonder, What happened to me?
My first goal is to Find Health and Strength. It seems to me that along the road to that goal I came across a road hazard this week. At first I was alarmed by it. I hadn't met my daily accountability of reporting by blog what I was learning. As I write now, however, I realize that as long as I am on the road and facing the right direction, I am still headed toward my goal.
Therefore, if writing (blogging) became alarming to me and yet I write today, I win! Not only am I on the road to Health and Strength, but today I took a step forward! How, you may ask?
I decided to review the post I wrote for Day 16. I removed what concerned me but was able to keep the concept I was trying to relay. I feel good about that post. I feel good about the decision that prompted that post. I also learned that I would one day feel like writing again. Today was the day! This is a big thing to me.
I am happy with this lesson.
Bring it on Road Hazards and Opposition out there! I can overcome you.
I did today, and I will again.
378 days to go.
I had this thought last night and again just now while reading your blogs. You remind me of Mom and her lifetime quest to improve her quality of life. How many groups, books, seminars, institutions, or people has she turned to over the years to get where she wants to be? How many others has she helped along the way? Mom continues to face every challenge that ever confronts her—tenaciously, unashamedly, admirably. My love for her grows as I begin to comprehend the immensity of her efforts and the depth of her commitment to win the prize. You, my dear sister, are a chip off the old block. And I love you all the more for it.
ReplyDeleteAlways here for you, The Little Brother
This is one of the highest compliments I could be paid. Thank you, Steve.
ReplyDeleteLove, The Big Sister