flaming fox, I read your post and swear there is a double of me inside you.

Do you get worried that you will be stuck in something you hate doing just to make your family and friends satisfied that you are fitting into some life calendar slot?

(oh heck that sounds like a bad tv informercial doesn’t it?)

My own fear of that keeps me from wanting to even try job hunting. I don’t fear the work I fear being stuck…or settling. Giving in to the guilt because my family wants me to ignore my feelings and just get a life that they wont be ashamed of telling people about.

I took a job in a shoe store once. It was not an important role, in fact I was stuck in the back of the store away from customers for most of my time there. I often got told to stay home because there were too many staff scheduled. I got fed up with being told where to go and that I could only work in the less frequented men’s section. I am a woman…
That was not the worst part, they hired a totally unsuitable person as supervisor a girl who could not go a day with out sneering or making one of the staff cry. So I just walked out one day. That sure felt good.

Im very proud of that day I said ” Enough, I am not settling anymore.” It hasn’t got me closer to finding a really great job but it tells me I have the guts to do what needs to be done.

SO I guess moving through the stuckness is just about biting the bullet. DO the deed even if it scares you, do it BECAUSE it scares you. Taking risks actually gets kind of fun after a while.

As for the cello, just play because you love it. if you don’t love it…find something else. I love to write but only because I love it. Also discovered a meditative therapy in painting. What ever takes you away to a “resting zone” is a great thing.

I really hope we all find our way out of the super glue.

God is us.
Human beings are God.
This world is ours to look after.

I was not raised religiously though in the few times I have been inside a church or cathedral I have found them to be very comforting places. Never once felt afraid or like I didn’t belong. So I confidently believe in a type of God that makes sense to me.

My stressed mind is like a car stalling in the middle of rush hour on a bridge with “no stopping” signs. My husband is driving and clicking his tongue, The radio blasts traffic reports, the horns around me sound like angry geese and more often than not… my phone is dead and tow trucks cant get through the grid lock. I guess it means I get easily overstimulated and shut down when the stress gets too much.

However when I find mountain and country roads… the car, my man and my gadgets run perfectly. Much like my brain when I remember to practice the art of doing nothing.

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