Not much time ago I was of the opinion that in order to work 9-5 Monday-Friday in a “normal” job I would have to allow a part of myself to die. I have been starting to feel that this is not a fair reflection, that this part of me must slow down, fade slightly, lie dormant, perhaps hibernate but it does not die. I have certainly found that it revives from time to time.
I want to develop a good relationship with this part of me. I am sure that if I do I will be able ‘live from the place of dreaming’ (see Day Dreaming blog).
I am beginning to do so as I find that I am not, to so great an extent, living for the next thing - the end of the working day, the weekend, Christmas - but am content where and when I am. I am content Monday morning. Everything runs its course; Monday comes round when it does, as does Friday and that is good.
I use to fear that to be where I am now, to find contentment in living, would be to be half dead. To let go of the adventure and to give up the journey. But where there is opportunity for the imagination to let one take risks, that cannot be true.
