My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
No Longer A Crisis
When a crisis regularly occurs it is no longer a crisis. When you are continually frantic it should stop seeming a surprise. This is the routine, the normal course of your life. Better to treat it as such, or to wonder might you still do well on a more even keel. Being this hectic makes you memorable enough, but it does not increase your significance. Stop getting ready to jump and you may not need to.
Labels:
being,
choices,
flexibility,
normality,
patience
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