Bottom of the Pond and Up

Yesterday I spent much time at the Bottom of the Pond.  It's okay; I've been there before and I always vaguely remember how to surface again.  But the thing I realized by the end of my day - which felt more like fifteen days all lobbed together - is that I had forgotten to lead with my heart.

And so, in the midst of the engulfing field of grey, I reminded my brain that it is a fantastic recording device, an excellent gofer and an honorable organizer, but in the end, a lousy leader.  It's simply not equipped for that.  Love must lead or else everything I do takes form as a giant hamster wheel upon which I feel compelled to run.  And an inevitable sense of pointlessness sets in.

"Life's short"  only matters if you're enjoying it.  If you're not, it's just reassurance. I want it to matter and so I return to the heart as the starting point, once again.