As one looks about life’s workshop, fragments lie strewn about, discarded and in disarray; hopeful plans lie in tatters; and self-recrimination hangs haughtily in the air…. How did one’s life come to this?  (All of one’s best laid plans, all of one’s joyful aspirations, destroyed after an unexpected wave of madness…) Life is not supposed to be like this, is it? IS IT? (Incredulity follows mockingly as one looks over the remaining pieces with sadness and a hint of grief…) Is this it? Was it worth it? Should I begin again?  HOW can I even do so… …and why should I Read More …

Sometimes the hardest thing to do is begin. We can create an idea, build up a world, envision what we want, where we’ll end up, where we want to be…but when it comes to taking that one first step, that one first action in our desired direction…we pause, paralyzed by fear, frustration, futility, or self-doubt. We hesitate in taking that first step, instead becoming preoccupied with the growing mountain of clothes on the floor, the dinner that we need to be making, or the comfortable, reliable parts of an unpleasant and uncomfortable existence. In short, we postpone, procrastinate, and delay. Read More …