The only ways I have found to break the terrible cycle of:
1) crank up the music
2) sing and dance while I work
3) laugh at myself, or
4) just do, don’t think
“Sometimes you can’t see yourself clearly until you see yourself through the eyes of others.”
I didn’t expect this book to hit me between the eyes and challenge my status quo, but it did.
It starts off slow, but gradually lifts up a standard of courage, and somberly reminds that the Universe will come to the aid of the brave.
Only nineteen, but stubborn enough to reject defeat, Farida said, “Fear blinds us to possibilities.”
Locked in a container in the middle of an ISIS war camp for many hopeless months (and vain escape attempts ending in brutal beatings), Farida discovered a hidden door they had previously overlooked. Then, using that door, executed a risky plan that saved her life and that of five other tortured and malnourished girls.
Now, anytime I am tempted to chicken out or make excuses, I will remember her example.
“…only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand–and melting like a snowflake.” –Francis Bacon
Sometimes I am shocked into considering the ridiculous brevity of my life by…looking up at the vast universe or by looking back into the history of generations of people who have already lived and died. Sometimes it is a brutal confrontation with death in a dream or in an unexpected tragedy. But, when this happens, my life takes on the more noble qualities of:
I can make the sparkle and the melting count today. I can do what I was born to do with cheerful abandon.
Or, I can fret, fear, despair, complain, and squander what little I have left.
(encore post from July 2014)