Impatient Padawan
When I say the word “waiting”, what's the first emotion that comes to mind? What flavour of emotion? Is it the “restless” or the relieved type?
Bike rides are excellent opportunities for self-talk. Similar to any other type of commute but – hopefully – without a phone in hand.
During a bike ride this week I considered some challenges and necessary skills and caught myself saying out loud
“I'm not ready yet. Maybe one day.”
Curiously, it felt like a full stop, like an end to a thought.
“Maybe one day. Nothing to see here. Move along.”
You're just never happy with my advice, are you? You complain when I push you to strive for more. And now, when I comfort you, what about it? Not today. Maybe one day.
I am not complaining, George, (well, maybe a bit) but not about comfort, about the full stop. The topic feels axed without proper conclusion.
Feel free to stress yourself over it. I wish you good luck not missing a red light. I'll be here, waiting for the blame.
Again, no blame, you little fuzzy ball of agitation. Your bike seems to have only one gear and one break. As mentioned before:
Only a Sith deals in absolutes.
Maybe I am ready, maybe I am not. But any “full stop” instinct will definitely prevent me from being ready anytime soon.
If toddler me had believed “I can't count to 20 yet. Maybe one day.” and then turned around to only drawing cats and dogs until the end of time... Well, best cats and dogs on the planet, presumably, but I wouldn't ever be able to count the painting in my attic.
Hold it there a minute, innumerate pet Picasso, you ask of me now to encourage you to strive for something, the motivation to aim for something but without the discomfort of right-now-not-having-said-something?
Sorry, but that's like having the cake and eating it without baking or paying.
Two contradicting thoughts and might I remind you: you are already talking with yourself.
Yes, I am. Yes, we are. And I want us to agree that we believe we will one day, if we start the journey and get rolling.
The best time to plant a tree was twenty years ago. The second best is now.
“How can I best reach where I am not today?” shouldn't be discouraging if I can believe in the road ahead.
Like today: I'm sure I am going to arrive home when I keep on cycling. And just to prove a point: Let's count the lights.
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