My father was a mathmatician. He used to tell me that nothing worth having in life came without effort and deep thought. So after a couple of weeks wandering in depression I have come to the conclusion that I need to buck up and get on with life. I have a goal to get going on a few key 'feel better' techniques this week. I have also come to the conclusion that I have to accept a few ugly but true facts in order to truly reach a moment of Zen.
So, I am reading Pema Chodron When Things Fall Apart to help myself remember all the reasons that survival and even unsurpassed brilliance can be created in a few moments a day in the midst of a storm. I know not every day is going to run smoothly, but it is nice when a few in a row do, and that just hasn't happened lately. I used to think that there were no absolutes, at least not in mortality, and then one day I remembered my dad expounding on the beauty of numbers; their constancy seems a joy to me now. So that is how I am getting through the day to day for now. I just have to remind myself that 1 + 1 = 2 and 2 + 2 = 4.
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It must be in the air Stacy. I'm reading "The Places That Scare You" by Pema.
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