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The Joy of Remembering
I originally wrote the majority of this post in 2017 when I was going through a period of intense activity both at work and at home. When I came across it again this week, it brought me comfort and I thought now would be a great time to share it again. Forgetting who we are and how well we’re made makes life seem hard, but oh, the joy of remembering…
I’ve been unusually busy of late, and life and work have both felt relentless. While I would love to say that my “deep understanding” of the principles behind life allowed me to handle everything with ease and grace, in truth I’ve spent a disproportionate amount of time feeling sorry for myself and wondering if I actually understood anything worth sharing with the world.
Fortunately, I had the sense to reach out to a friend in the midst of my mélange of self-doubt and self-loathing. She very graciously listened as I shared my litany of life events before asking me a very simple question:
“Do you think your circumstances have a lot to do with your state of mind right now?”
I knew the “right” answer was that they couldn’t, but I knew with equal assurance that my mood seemed to me to be at least 80% circumstantial and only 20% to do with the creative power of thought.
She then said something that cut to the very heart of the matter:
