Have you found something that makes you so clearly happy that you wonder how you ever survived without it?
Things like family, sports, creative outlets, maybe your home or community or even a great job.
But then life gets in the way and you stop running or painting or staying ahead at work or paying much attention to your spouse or kids. Something of this variety happens to all of us now and then because we are human. A distracted breed. We are interesting and beautiful because of our mutability.
It’s not our fault. We have so much to experience. Too much. So many ends to tie up. Too many. (At least it often feels this way!) Billions of unique balls of human energy are firing through the atmosphere at every given moment, getting tangled in one another, inspiring and maddening and exciting and teaching one another.
Every time I drive on the highway these days, I’m struck by my fellow humans, all of us in our respective cars, these hunks of mineral protecting us from one another so that we can fulfill our individualized agendas. Perhaps our life purposes. We have places to go. Down highways and across skies and up mountains. We are smart. We lead complex lives, rich and sumptuous with love for one another and for life itself.
This is all good and well. Until we start dropping ends because we’ve picked up too many. And we feel like we’re in a horror movie because our heads are spinning. We can see in every direction, all of the possible paths. Some call them parallel universes. And because there are many different directions to take, we get confused. We say yes when we mean no. We say no when we mean yes.
It’s easy to lose the way. The way is completely subjective, after all. What you love will be different than what your mother or father or brother or sister or partner or best friend or enemy loves.
In this day and age, distractions are as abundant as opportunities. We have to stay mindful of our daily activities. Are we staying true to our heart’s desire?
I’m interested in this idea of focus. Focusing on what you love most and not letting superfluous distractions steal too much of your most finite resource. Time.
Why is it that we often have to force ourselves to do things that we love such as exercising, writing, even socializing? My cousin loves salsa dancing as much as anyone can love salsa dancing. But as a mother of two battling Lyme Disease and chronic pain, she rarely gets the opportunity to go out and dance. She’s been out of the salsa scene for so long that she’s hardly looking forward to attending the annual conference in San Francisco next month. This was something she used to anticipate for months prior and savor for months afterwards. And I’m sure that once she gets to that conference and onto the dance floor, she will enter the flow, that state of being from which artistic expression arises.
It’s about momentum. When we get into the habit of doing what we love every day or every other day or every week, that’s when we know I could never survive without this. So why do we try?
Are you doing what you love today?
Please tell me what it is YOU love in the comments or send me an email lucymiller7 [at] gmail.com. I love hearing from you!