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When we relax, satisfaction surrounds us.
We’ve talked often about our childhood, and our memories of the events that etched our identity. We’ve laughed, recalling the moment when our parents held us firmly by the arm and said, “Just settle down!” Sure, we were loud, restless, trying too hard, needing attention. Now, with 50 years of habitual behaviors knit into our daily lives, that pervading impatience lingers. We’d like to think we are peaceful and satisfied, yet we press on in a relentless search for something—what?—something not yet found. We strive for…? What? Accomplishments? Contributions that will outlive us? A legacy?
We’ve nurtured lives of creativity and inspiration. We’ve learned to unravel patterns of stress and action. Yet we find our carefully self-assigned activities still stacking up before us. We still overbook and overextend. The satisfactions of finishing one thing linger only for a moment, then we’re on to the next thing, the next task, the next process.
In moments of restlessness and agitation, we take each other’s arms. “Just settle down!” we say, as if our lives depended on it.
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Calm down
We’ve nurtured lives of creativity and inspiration. We’ve learned to unravel patterns of stress and action. Yet we find our carefully self-assigned activities still stacking up before us. We still overbook and overextend. The satisfactions of finishing one thing linger only for a moment, then we’re on to the next thing, the next task, the next process.
In moments of restlessness and agitation, we take each other’s arms. “Just settle down!” we say, as if our lives depended on it.
You may also want to visit our other websites:
Uncommon Promise Video Channel
Under the Tuscan Thumb blog
The UP Side Lowdown by Cheryl
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