As I sit in bed on a Sunday evening all warmed up by the blankets that are mountained on top of me – I drift into thought.. oh dangerous thought. Getting time to write, for no reason is such a pleasure – but I think about what I would love more, time to create more than words and thoughts - dresses and dreamy wearable delights of soft and sparkling fabrics. Truth be it.. I have time. We always do, for time is always on our side.. sometimes we just get too caught up in the glorification of ‘busy’ - Too busy for life.
The glamour of being on the go is all too alluring for those who can’t stand to stand in the moment of their own being. Fear that we perhaps are inadequate or fear that we are powerful beyond measure… and when we measure it, we just don’t quite measure up. Measure up to the rule that we put at our back each day to check that we are growing – make sure we are getting taller in a sense of our being – being more and ultimately doing more.
Doing more is easy though.. to do less is the hard thing, well for my mind anyways. It would seem to my body all too easy and pleasurable to stay still… breathe out, breathe in. For my mind this is quite the challenge – oh but that is not such a bad problem to have is it? But that’s the problem in its self, my ‘problem’, your ‘happiness’ our ‘success – its all relative… oh relativity, you always get me.
The only thing that you can’t compare yourself to, is yourself - you are the only version of you. So can you ever really be compared to anyone? Comparisons can be useful, they can push you to be a better version of yourself, but they can be destructive and take away from your innate ‘you-ness’ and let you believe you are anything but the best version of you. But you are the only you. I am a product of my own imagination and I create my reality – well mostly. Isn’t that kinda awesome and super scary we have so much power (in our heads!).
Not sure where this was going but it was nice to have a moment of contemplation on a beautifully cold and wet melancholy Sunday. I encourage you to do the same. Pull up the covers, close your eyes and just watch the thoughts of your own mind, feel grateful that they are just yours and if you wanna share them then that could be nice too – at the very least it could be interesting.