many one, many two.. the short ramblings of a jane of all trades
bnprime your blog makes me want to get a pet rabbit. Or a duck. My boyfriend is not pleased with this development.
Growing up it was a powerful lesson for me to learn that the disappointment I felt at the end of an uneventful day was ultimately my fault and not that of the universe. That feeling of unfulfillment comes down to perception and perspective. I had to realize that some people are completely gratified in knowing their perceived place in our world, whatever that was. It is about addressing the roles you feel you have either been given, or have taken upon yourself. I would rumble in frustration at the mundane nature of so many actions - the frivolity of day-to-day tasks that seemed to be intervals to pass the time between climactic events. Everything had to be a show-biz hit, a #1 victory, a unique accomplishment for it to feel as though I mattered not only to myself but to the universe. Perception is realizing that no matter what, these actions will hardly mean more to me than they will to any unconceivable external force, and the gratification gleaned from opportunities seized is reliant in the positive acceptance on behalf of myself, on how much I care about what I am doing. And when I gave myself that platform, that confidence to unnervingly feel as though whatever I did throughout the extremely minimal moments on this planet mattered for the unadulterated reason that it mattered to me - that was freedom.
Thank you, Emily Graslie, for reminding me of this today.