This morning I decided I would like to go on strike. My son asked what that meant. The explanation I came up with was that it was when people were unsatisfied with their work environment and the management wasnt about to change it. Funny to think of my personal life being managed by others (like my kids) but that sort of is the way it feels. Lately, I feel like I give a helluva lot more out than I get. To my kids, to friends and staff who are my friends, to family members etc. In fact, I have a hard time remembering the last time I received much of any kind of gift. Now remember, to me a gift is something given willingly (not asked for) that you do not otherwise have. It could be hugs, a back rub when sore, that compliment or dinner made when least expected.
How is it we get ourselves into this? Why is it some people (me and maybe you?) give and give and give until feeling dry and parched? Not sure, but I do know it must mean I am not balancing my life. I know without doubt there is too much work going on in my life. Then again, when you do what you love and love what you do - at least it can be an extension of your passion.
I am thinking perhaps I too need to stop and consider once again what it is that I dream of. Some things hold no allure (fancy cars, houses, or "stuff") but what still is shiny and bright in my imagination? What makes me tingle with excitement? It has been a while since I have felt that. Suppose I need to stop. Stop. and. pause. for. reflection.
Hopefully I can find time in the garden. To dig, feel the soil between my fingers and see growth and renewal, the sun warming my back..... and in that effort let my brain stop tapping away and just be.
