I’ve been letting the questions of my past get the better of me lately, and I can’t figure out why it’s so important to me to have these answers. What difference will it make? Will I somehow become a different person? Will it some how change the meaning of my life? The answer to the latter two questions is no. But for some strange reason things like this are important to me, even though I’ve heard the answer I’m looking for isn’t an answer I’d want to find. I’ll be the judge of that (okay, so really I’m just stubborn).
I spent a good portion of the day ensuring that I kept quite busy — busy enough that I don’t have time to do today’s mindfulist prompt. In fact, the prompt requires detailed reading, and I’m quite intrigued by said reading material. Look forward to a mindfulist post regarding question-asking and perfect life ponderings.
Let me know if there’s anything you need to talk about. I’ll be there for you. Always…