I am at that point in my life that I can slow down and let things flow to and from me. No need to rush to get somewhere, I am there. All well and good and yet my mind still races. All kind of mundane things, nothing much of importance and I ask myself what is so fearful in the quiet of my mind? Go, go, go. Do, do, do. All the years of going and doing are not where I need to focus anymore.
"In my own little corner, in my own little chair I can be whatever I want to be. On the wings of my fancy I can fly anywhere and the world will open its arms to me." ~ Cinderella - Richard Rodgers
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I think that busyness and need for productivity of our early adult years can be hard to let go of when we get older.
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