Unashamed

I’ve been feeling disconnected lately. Not in any real specific way, but a general sort of feeling that I am outside looking in. You know that guy at a party standing in the corner all alone next to a house plant? I’m the house plant. When this happens it tends to manifest itself in little ways. You can’t find your keys, your shoe laces break, your car’s alignment suddenly starts pulling to the left and you leave your phone on the counter at the deli. Things just don’t work right. As if the Universe is trying to say: “You don’t quite belong here right now, I’ll get back to you.”

It’s exhausting.

I was thinking that I have no energy to keep my house clean or go to the grocery store and that’s just contributing to the malaise--the ever-ubiquitous self fulfilling prophecy. But I think it’s something more than just being tired or lazy. I think we’re all tired and lazy. The difference between those that fall into despair versus those that look the universe straight in the eye and say: “Put me back in coach. I’m ready to play again!” is the concept of shame. Shame is a powerful motivator. I don’t shower in the morning because I like to smell good. I shower because if I don’t, I’ll look (and smell) like hell and be ashamed of it. Shame is what makes you go to the grocery store and clean your kitchen when it would just be easier to order another pizza. I worry that I have run out of shame.

To demonstrate to me that even these thoughts are unoriginal, unimaginative and generally unimportant, the Universe has been kind enough to deliver the story I really wanted to tell today through someone else who does it far better than I ever could. As if to say: "Hey, we really don't need your insight today, we've got it covered. I'll get back to you"

Therefore I unashamedly provide this link: Time to Reflect - (T.D. Mischke's Blog is now inactive)

Read it.