I had a ‘catch-up’ dream last night, Christmas themed.
A lineup of my extended family (mostly my cousins but some aunts and uncles) arguing with each other
No solutions
No agreement
Just shout, shout, shout
An awful lot of invasive behaviour too, sounds familiar right?
The way that many get things done is throw their weight around, scream and wail, get flustered, threaten! There’s nothing peaceful or masterful about it.
Always appealing to some higher authority, something outside.
What are you responsible for? Anything?!
What are you standing for?
What are you offering?
These are questions I’ve had for a long time and trying to make sense of my place in the world in relation to these questions has been a massive head-fuck. Can’t lie.
I’ve often felt my biggest problem is knowing where I end and other people begin. I severely dislike the word fluid. I don’t like ‘blending’ (except soup, don’t like the bits).
This coming year, far greater focus on being focused. Fewer distractions, less ‘hope’ and more ‘do’ – living in reality.
We are all where we are and that’s it, imagine if we saw that as a freeing thing rather than a dooming thing.
What could you do?