When I feel down, I need to remind myself that everything passes in due time. There is no situation or mood that is permanent. Nothing lasts forever. Thoughts like these become mantras of hope as I dream of better times to come. And this seems like one of those better times, in spite of the economy and the stack of bills awaiting my attention and eventual payment. And in spite of being separated by time and space from my family. And in spite of still being stuck--same job, same place, same problems. But wait! The sun will still rise another day! There is hope!
I look forward to new possibilities, dreams with the potential of being realized. An exciting challenge always fires me up and gets me moving! I'm at my best when starting new projects and initiatives--planning and plotting in order to get them up and running. Once a project is begun, I lenjoy letting other people take over. By then, I've lost some interest in the whole thing.
Maybe I should have become an inventor! Then, in creating something new, I could move on to the next idea, bringing it into fruition. A never ending process of creativity! There are many careers, I think, that work like this: scientist, adventurer, even archeologist! Or what about artist, composer, or writer? It's true--these jobs are "discovery" personified! Keep moving forward! What a way to live!
And then I think, "Maybe that's what we are all called to do?" To keep moving forward, being fresh and creative where ever we find ourselves. "Bloom where you are planted." Something to think about. It does offer the promise of new possibilities--dreams that bring hope, maybe even happiness. I suppose I can continue on, as long as there is the promise of another day.
