THE HARDEST JOURNEY

My most difficult journey is the present one. The how of starting is always the first stumbling block. It is the cue to think back to my ancestor, Lao Tzu. He said that a journey of a thousand miles start with a single step. I step forward tentatively – one word, then two…I’m on my way. My most difficult journey is also my inner one. The one with lofty goals, the one which I hold myself to impossibly high principles, the one which I do not allow for mistakes, the one with no detours. It is the one that I, inevitably, have come to a dead end.

I’ve been at the crossroad for some time now. I’m sitting here contemplating my options. Which way are you going to go, Lily? is singing in my head. I know that I can only go forward. There’s no backtracking in life. I’m taking my time, dwelling in the quiet, listening to the beat of my heart. What is it telling me? I no longer trust other voices telling me this and that. They do not have my best interests at heart even though they sincerely believe so. I cannot hold them at fault. I am probably guilty of the same.

I’m watching the shadows on the wall, sipping my peppermint tea.  It is peaceful here. I have time. It is a good place to linger and rest awhile. I’ve had a full and wonderful day. I swam 13 laps or 26 lengths this morning. Somehow 26 lengths sound more impressive. I’m pleased and proud of myself. I’m still holding myself accountable of doing my best of the day, living up to my commitments of showing up for the Ultimate Blog Challenge and staying the course of a healthy physical and mental diet.

MORNING HAS BROKEN

Morning has broken in Saskatoon.  It is beautiful just like that first morning.  The sun is out, glistening upon the fountainhead.  A chickadee is drinking from its base and then it is gone.  The morning air is cool and crisp – only 3 degrees.  Sheba steams as she relieves herself on the grass.

This is the part of the day that I love the most.  The world is still quiet, just stirring itself.  The frenzy has not yet started.  I can still think.  I can still breathe.  It is Saturday.  I hear the traffic slowly start along Preston Avenue.  Soon this madness called living will begin.

Now is the time to plan my day and not let it fall into willy nilly.  It is very cool to be a free spirit but unstructured has never worked for me.  So to keep doing the same and expecting different results would be insanity, as Dr. Phil would say.  I am making a change today.  I am going to make a to do list.  That is my first change.  It is a very small step, but a journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step. (from my venerable ancestor, Lao Tzu)