I’d prepared to write this post on Thursday – then something happened and it got put off to Friday – which was a day filled with laundry, packing, working, cleaning, and preparing for my romantic getaway with Mr D. Then…the weekend was spent romantically getting-awaying – so…yeah. I’m late guys. Sorry!
As I read through Chapters 1 and 2, I thought about how I was able to relate to them. How often had I been woken in the middle of the night with strange little philosophical questions from the kids? Okay, not that often, but how often had I pondered these types of questions as I stared at the beauty of a sleeping child? A LOT.
I find that through the day, I’m so busing doing and getting and moving that I don’t often have the time to think – I do that at night…laying awake in bed, replaying my day in my head and taking mental photographs…and wishing I was more engaged in it all.
So when I read the following, I could totally understand.
What does it take to fully inhabit your life? It takes realizing how important the I that is you is to the equation. This is not about other people, it’s not about changing the world in big ways, it’s not even about doing great things – rather, it is about doing small things that give you life, bring you joy, help you inhabit the stories of your days – and, by extension, help change the world and the lives of others around you. To fully live, you must be present in the biggest way possible.
-Life is a Verb, page 8
Yeah, I’m not often present. I mean, I’m physically there, but in my head I’m thinking about what needs to be done later, tomorrow, next week, next month, etc. I’m so busy planning out what’s coming next that I forget to enjoy what is happening right now. Which brought me to the next passage that hit me:
Why do I step back from participating in my own life? To whom am I giving over the power of my own life? Why am I waiting for permission? Why am I letting other people measure my worth in cubicle wall height? What story am I telling myself about myself? What stories do They tell about me that I’ve started believing? What does it mean to be in the shadow of Their story about me?
- Life is a Verb, page 10
Yeah – that too – why I do I let people define me? What right do they have to do so? Better yet, why do I let them?