auto-pilot and self-destruction
the thing about comfort is that its just so...comfortable.
which isn't to say i'm not blissful
it isn't to say i'm not so humbled and grateful for every little slice of this life
every. single. day.
but...i get stuck on auto-pilot and for some reason
my auto-pilot course always leads to self-destruct.
so after an hour of "rah rah rah!" followed by a brief moment of
"wait...what were we saying in the beginning here?"
i end up in
circles and circles and circles again
waiting to land or maybe to take real flight.
to retract my wheels and soar a bit more.
it feels more like soaring most days.
just on the ordinary days
when the bills come due
or you realize that the day job you hate
is probably the one you should keep for now
it just flattens the spirit and causes
towers to crumble.
but just for a minute.
and then, like a rush of winter in too-early fall:
a smile, an embrace, a laugh or a good cry
remind us why we're here and that we're choosing it
every. single. day.
still.
inhale.
peace.
xx,
caro
which isn't to say i'm not blissful
it isn't to say i'm not so humbled and grateful for every little slice of this life
every. single. day.
but...i get stuck on auto-pilot and for some reason
my auto-pilot course always leads to self-destruct.
so after an hour of "rah rah rah!" followed by a brief moment of
"wait...what were we saying in the beginning here?"
i end up in
circles and circles and circles again
waiting to land or maybe to take real flight.
to retract my wheels and soar a bit more.
it feels more like soaring most days.
just on the ordinary days
when the bills come due
or you realize that the day job you hate
is probably the one you should keep for now
it just flattens the spirit and causes
towers to crumble.
but just for a minute.
and then, like a rush of winter in too-early fall:
a smile, an embrace, a laugh or a good cry
remind us why we're here and that we're choosing it
every. single. day.
still.
inhale.
peace.
xx,
caro