I used to believe that everything was ultimately motivated by one of two things- the pursuit of pleasure or the avoidance of pain. I thought that on some level, whenever I made any choice, I had decided I was going to achieve one of these two goals through the decision that I’d made. Continue reading
Before the holidays, when I had some down time, I was almost continually engaged in study and contemplation, and in writing and reading about eastern philosophy. I spent more than an hour a day in meditation. It was a period of great growth and movement for me…
Now, not so much. As with every high, there is a corresponding low. I was so excited about the leaps in insight I was achieving that I forgot one of the most fundamental principles- a principle that was in front of me, being read by me, being written about by me…
I lost all sense of balance. Like a gusty wind that doesn’t last the day, I burned myself out intellectually. Focusing my energy, making at sharp, I made it dull grinding it against problems I was over-anxious to resolve.
I am slowly climbing out of my slump, careful this time to go as far as I need to, or as far as the limits I will set for myself, and stop. There is a time and place for study and contemplation, for creativity and writing. I will keep that time and place sacred, and I will keep other times and places sacred to their own purposes.
I am rebounding, but I will stop the ball from bouncing so high. I will dribble it in a controlled way, making my way purposefully and carefully to the goal.