In one moment, you think you’re in charge, and you know everything. In the next, you’re hurt and wondering who you are and what went wrong.
…or you were so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness…
It’s embarrassing, but I even started dressing like the Great Man. Nothing like wearing a bright green smock with a wide belt to get some stares while mowing the lawn. It’s a wonder my children are normal.
Mal and I looked at each other and at the girls. “Time to go,” we said.
I decided to lean on my strengths. I agreed I wasn’t the right person for what we need to accomplish in the time allotted. That’s the official title of my decision. “Not the right person for what needs to be done in the time allotted.” It saves my reputation from abject failure. More than one person secretly accosted me, grabbing hold of my hand and shoulder. “Best decision you ever made,” they said.
He went on, kind of secretly like he didn’t want anyone else to hear.
But, if you are a writer, or a gymnast, or a woodworker, and never, ever find the time to ply your craft, from either love or lust, I have to wonder if you’re doing something you really love.
“Hey, man. Long time no see! How you doing? And the kids and your wife? How are they?” He looked at me like I had hit him.
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