On the Cooling Rack

Lost.  An unsuspecting word that can take on any number of wildly significant meanings.  It may signify something missing or what was but is now gone.  Perhaps a state of being that is confused, without direction.  Or (and this is the one I defer to) it's a place of freedom...with no set path to bind us.  It indicates we will be found or that we'll eventually find our way...marking our own path.  Therein lies opportunity, potential and hope.  And sometimes it's a combination of all or some of these things at once.

As blinded as one can feel when they feel Lost...it can also lead to moments of great clarity.  That clarity can be clouded every once in a while though.  That's normal, I'm told.

Right now, my version of Lost? My mind mired in distraction yet full of restless hope.  I've been so full of zest for living my daily life that my Sweet Dream has been on ice for a bit.  Moving so fast, nary a minute to spare each day...it's as though one week has just blended into the next and I'm not one step closer to my Dream. 

The things that have taken precedence aren't necessarily helping my cause either.  In fact, while a blissful diversion from daily stress, all they've served to do is take me away from the very thing that can free me of that stress in the end.  

Running, running, running....and going no where fast.

I needed to slow down.  Neither my Social life nor my Dream needed to be rushed.  There was time for all of this...but it needs to be rationed out so that everything could sink in well with the best possible outcome.  Love is not found overnight...just as new careers don't blossom in an instant.  

Slow and steady...like the Tortoise in the fabled Tortoise and the Hare.  So that when I finally reach my goal, it won't all just be a blur...

Sweet Dreams, 

Me

"All we have is our time.  The way we spend our time is our priorities, is our 'strategy.'  Your calendar knows what you really care about.  Do you?"  - Tom Peters