Saturday, March 19, 2011


The world is in turmoil.

Putting our house on the market.
Potty training.

Nothing seems right with the world.

But this week I was reminded on a time in my life. (A younger time.) When I used to tell myself that fear either meant STOP ("No, beloved idiot girl, don't move to Portland with no plans in place...") or fear meant GO ("Yes, scaredy cat, move to Los Angeles and take that job..."). It meant that I was absolutely moving in the direction that I shouldn't go... or that I should.

So, for now--for my sanity--I'm going to go with *should* on this one. Things are just as they should be. Even if they feel like they shouldn't be.

No comments:

Post a Comment