Hi readers,
The balance of life??!! You are dying to know!
Here it is:
The balance of life exists as a pendulum. The falling and the climbing are endlessly exhilarating. Lately however, I've been hanging out in at the equilibrium position (see photo).
I'm excited about the prospects ahead of me: moving, learning more Spanish, buying adorable new black work boots. I'm also comfortable with where I am: in a great apartment, moderately comfortable in 2 of the 17 past tense verb conjugations that exist in Spanish, no black work boots (BUT the proud new owner of fabulous black suede weekend boots). I feel stable and accomplished.
I adore the bottom of the pendulum.
However, I don't expect it to last forever. Report cards will be due again. I will attempt a new Spanish verb conjugation relatively soon, throwing my current verb conjugations into a state of absolute upheaval. My new boots will make my feet hurt. Eventually, I will have to head up the old "massive bob hill" (again, see photo) and do some hard work just to feel like I am slipping backwards and slowing down.
But now, from the bottom, I feel like I can see a clear trajectory and I like where it's going. The pendulum needs movement to exist, after all.
The balance of life??!! You are dying to know!
Here it is:
The balance of life exists as a pendulum. The falling and the climbing are endlessly exhilarating. Lately however, I've been hanging out in at the equilibrium position (see photo).
I'm excited about the prospects ahead of me: moving, learning more Spanish, buying adorable new black work boots. I'm also comfortable with where I am: in a great apartment, moderately comfortable in 2 of the 17 past tense verb conjugations that exist in Spanish, no black work boots (BUT the proud new owner of fabulous black suede weekend boots). I feel stable and accomplished.
I adore the bottom of the pendulum.
However, I don't expect it to last forever. Report cards will be due again. I will attempt a new Spanish verb conjugation relatively soon, throwing my current verb conjugations into a state of absolute upheaval. My new boots will make my feet hurt. Eventually, I will have to head up the old "massive bob hill" (again, see photo) and do some hard work just to feel like I am slipping backwards and slowing down.
But now, from the bottom, I feel like I can see a clear trajectory and I like where it's going. The pendulum needs movement to exist, after all.
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