Standing beside you and holding the same thoughts. A stroke in May (on my birthday, no less…. A party would have been better…) has pushed my pause button and given me time to look at where I am now in my life. Everything in this house I bought… all the stuff…. all that time spent earning money for things that actually are pretty meaningless. Things, no doubt, I will never use. As Thoreau asked in his essay “Life Without Principle”, “what’s my life worth?” I am asking myself isn’t it worth more than striving for this or that? I want time to read, create, dream, watch my puppy, snuggle the cat, make clouds pictures, or sit and listen to night sounds. Having less to care for will open the space for each. This is the best time. This is the best life.
I am picking up the pens. The paintbrushes, oh so many paintbrushes, are tucked into the art cabinet for some other time. This is the time to be.
Thank you for expressing what I’m feeling but didn’t put into words. Sending loving wishes-
Molly W
Standing beside you and holding the same thoughts. A stroke in May (on my birthday, no less…. A party would have been better…) has pushed my pause button and given me time to look at where I am now in my life. Everything in this house I bought… all the stuff…. all that time spent earning money for things that actually are pretty meaningless. Things, no doubt, I will never use. As Thoreau asked in his essay “Life Without Principle”, “what’s my life worth?” I am asking myself isn’t it worth more than striving for this or that? I want time to read, create, dream, watch my puppy, snuggle the cat, make clouds pictures, or sit and listen to night sounds. Having less to care for will open the space for each. This is the best time. This is the best life.