When I was in college, I worked part time at a horse stable. The trainer I worked for, a wise, older, southern gentleman chided me one day, “My dear, you are an extremist.” I remember being a little shocked and huffing back an insulted, “I am not!”
I can’t recall exactly what prompted his comment all those years ago. While I can still remember the affronted indignation of my 20 year old self, today, I flash back to those words and think with chagrin, yeah… ok, maybe he had a point. I do tend to teeter and totter to extremes in my life.
I’m bursting with creativity and enthusiasm! (teeter) // I have no energy and just want to lie on my big chair. (totter)
I’m running tons of miles and training for a 50 mile race! (teeter) // Not running it all. Ugh. (totter)
If life is a series of lessons, then I’m stuck on trying to learn balance.
On my grumpy days, I stomp around and think, “Balance!? What a ridiculous and impossible goal! I’ve got too much to do and not enough time to do it all. ARGH!” On my happier, more zen days, I thoughtfully tell myself, “It is what it is. You’re just doing the best that you can.”
My grumpy days want to beat my happy/zen days with a large stick.
Happy Sunday!
Random Acts of Creativity 