I was probably the first to identify myself as a hypocrite in relation to some aspects of my life, and most likely I will be the last too as I mutter it on my deathbed in 65 years or so. Somehow as I’ve aged I seem to have forgotten how to be content, though it’s very possible that this was something I never figured out to begin with.
For example, I absolutely loathe being bored and am plagued by discontent if my mind is not actively engaged in something – school work, lesson planning, vacation planning, walking the dog, reading, researching, watching television/movies, talking with friends, packing, cleaning – SOMETHING. However, as soon as I have a list of things I need to do, I suddenly dig my heels into the ground and come to a complete halt. For the love of (insert name of your chosen deity), why do I do this!? I’m intelligent enough to know how counter-productive this is...yet here I am. I can at least justify the creating of this entry by saying that it is adding some girth to my blog, but in all honesty, I’m avoiding other things that need to be done that are probably of greater importance.
Have I gotten so used to being completely consumed in those things that my job, school, or others tell me I must complete that I have forgotten how to take advantage of those moments, however small, that I have the freedom to self-direct and find happiness?
Does anyone else seem to have this issue or is this one of those me-specific conditions?
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