If you look back just two posts ago, you will see that I wrote with great excitement about feeling as if I might have found my motivation for moving forward with this blog. Of course, that was about a year ago and I have only posted once since then. So maybe not.
Yet here I am once again, feeling the pull to write. To share. To muse.
So here is a thought experiment: What if despite all our best attempts, there is actually no way to achieve that elusive thing so many of us seek called balance?
So it appears that I am living a cliche. That person who starts feeling like she is coming into her own during her 40s. But I guess they call them cliches for a reason.
I have a complicated relationship with gratitude. On the one hand, I appreciate the benefits of it -- nearly everything you read extols its benefits. I'm currently delving into the area of positive psychology and once again, gratitude is high on the list of things to do to cultivate happiness.
Yet any time I have tried to keep a regular gratitude journal, I have not found it to be much help for me.
Here are a few things that caught my attention this week.