Life is full.
Funny how that can be taken a couple of different ways. As a young man I wanted to live a full life. One that was meaningful. One filled with purpose and high ideals. To some extent I have reached that goal. I have seen some pretty amazing things in my life and I often think my life is very fulfilling.
But when I wrote "Life is full" just now I meant it the other way.
The way that means that my life is so filled up with time consuming things that I feel like I have no time to spare. Some would say that there are no margins in my life. I keep waiting for the margins to suddenly show up and make themselves a part of my life. "Hello! we are the margins you need and we are here to make sure you rest."
But what I am finding is that if I want margins I am the one who hast to impose them. I am the one who has to make sure that I am resting and doing the right things -- the fulfilling things and the restful things so that I am not so filled up with the no non-fulfilling things.
On that note I must stop... It's time for a margin.
Funny how that can be taken a couple of different ways. As a young man I wanted to live a full life. One that was meaningful. One filled with purpose and high ideals. To some extent I have reached that goal. I have seen some pretty amazing things in my life and I often think my life is very fulfilling.
But when I wrote "Life is full" just now I meant it the other way.
The way that means that my life is so filled up with time consuming things that I feel like I have no time to spare. Some would say that there are no margins in my life. I keep waiting for the margins to suddenly show up and make themselves a part of my life. "Hello! we are the margins you need and we are here to make sure you rest."
But what I am finding is that if I want margins I am the one who hast to impose them. I am the one who has to make sure that I am resting and doing the right things -- the fulfilling things and the restful things so that I am not so filled up with the no non-fulfilling things.
On that note I must stop... It's time for a margin.
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