I was recently told that I’m addicted to doing. Of course I am. I’m a New Yorker. I kind of blew it off at first, but it’s stuck with me. I am addicted to doing. Yes, I confess it. I know this to be true as there are days when I actually don’t have much work to do and I’m frustrated because I know I should be doing more.
And here I am, at 10:45pm and still doing. I need to start being. It was all we did as children. We only did what we felt we needed to at the moment. We never worried about not filling our time up with ‘important’ things. As a child everything is important – seeing the clouds shift into animals in the sky, smelling and rolling around in fresh cut grass (mine being in Central Park – and yes, agreed, that was a bit risky in the late 70’s and 80’s), or living in a real-time story we were making up with our siblings. That’s what was important. I want to be like a child again. Or, I just want to be. And with that, I wish you a good night.