It's been a few months. In this time I have been getting rid of everything I own and moving across the continent. It's amazing what little I actually need to get by. I sold a lot of what I owned, but gave most of it away. It all seemed to have a place. And that place was not with me.
In the past few years, I have been living with the phrase Be comfortable being uncomfortable running through my head. It keeps my mind limber, my optimism keen and my expectations open. Comfort can create stagnation, which breeds bacteria and becomes unhealthy. But moving across the country without a job or many friends has made me reconsider.
I wonder: When is it OK to comfortable? Where is the middle ground between complete chaos and stuck in a rut? Should we constantly be searching, never to be satisfied? Or should we accept and live in routine? Can we do both?
Thus begins my quest for the middle ground. Anyone who knows me can say I tend to go to the extreme. While this may be great for my workout routine, it can be a disaster when I go out for drinks. And that may be simplifying it but it may not be.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
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I enjoy reading this blog eventhough it took a while for this recent post to come. Don´t keep me waiting again.:)
This is me reporting from Ibiza
Thanks for the comment. Sorry been kinda uprooted since the move. I'm back in action now! Report to me from wherever you can. Wish I didn't miss your phone call this morning. I will keep my phone by my bed. Call me!
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