Human freedom involves our capacity to pause between the stimulus and response and, in that pause, to choose the one response toward which we wish to throw our weight. The capacity to create ourselves, based upon this freedom, is inseparable from consciousness or self-awareness.
Rollo May, The Courage to Create
So, I'm now eleventytwo days behind. The schedule shot to smithereens. But here I am, today. Here we are. The world keeps turning. Days come and go. Sometimes in a blur of busyness and sometimes in a drag of ennui. They come and go regardless.
I’m torn between finding that reassuring and desperately wanting to hit the universal pause button so that I can catch up with myself. Of course, that’s not an option and most of the maelstrom I experience is internal. My life is no more this than anyone else’s, despite what it sometimes feels like, so it’s about finding the space to pause neck-deep in the river of my life and take a deep breath. Catch my breath. When I remember to look up and out, or wade out to the bank, even for a moment, I’m better able to do that. Even better if I take a moment to snap where I am in that moment. Ground myself, literally. Now if I could just remember to do that more often.
Anyway, here I am, today. Here we are.
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