Your work is to discover your world and then with all your heart give yourself to it.
It’s 2:30. Another early morning, another chance to pay attention to what I might learn. I get up, start the coffee and pick up my notebook. But before I begin to write, I just sit, focusing on my breath. A thought comes; I let it go. Another one. I release it. I’m ready to accept the awareness that the voices are here for a reason. I’ve been trying too hard to quieten them, rather than to listen to them. I pick up my notebook. My world.
After writing a couple of pages I’m tired of my pen’s voice and turn on the computer. Facebook? No. Email? Not really. I want a story and pull up Netflix. In my queue is Creation, a British docudrama about Charles Darwin’s struggle to tell his story following the death of his child, Annie. My world.
Yesterday, when I began feeling isolated, I called a close friend with the intention of telling her my troubles. But she seemed to need to talk more than I, so I listened. As I heard her concerns, frustrations, and downright fears, I heard myself. My world.
And now my dog is throwing up all over the living room. My world.