I suppose I'm maybe going through a mid-life crisis of sorts.
I have tears streaming down my face.
I just watched this:
I don't know what's going on with me lately.
I feel like I'm pulling away from the champagne bubbles of all the traveling and drinking prosecco and the jet-setting I was doing.
There is a huge gratitude I have right now for being home.
And since I've been home, there's been Standing Rock, and now Aleppo... and I've been faced with some really big questions.
I walked around this morning wondering what it was I truly wanted to create with my life.
With my willingness to let all the travel go temporarily, I wondered what else I could choose that I'd never considered.
My freshest thoughts being I could go to Aleppo, I thought! I could be a volunteer!
I could go to the refugee camps and run Bars and help coordinate aid.
And as I sit here writing this, with tears streaming, I'm destroying and uncreating everywhere I've been the war-monger. Everywhere...
It turns out my point of view about sorting receipts is exactly the same point of view I have about boiling water.
While I was boiling water for coffee this morning, it occurred to be that I would be hungry later, and I thought to boil water for pasta as well, so that I could just toss the noodles together with sauce later.
Immediately my mind went to "Ugh. That takes too long."
Which is when I realized that that was the same point of view I had about my receipts.
Which was why they were still on my bedroom floor.
The truth was, it only took about 10 minutes to boil pasta water, and while it was boiling, I made my coffee, answered some emails, wet and dried my hair, and made a video.
It truly was - just a point of view.
Gary Douglas talks about writing a book in 20 min a day segments.
And that if you continually do that, the book will be written.
How much do I procrastinate doing the things that will get things done while making myself wrong for the procrastinating while not doing...