Too much naval gazing
Last night, in a fit of missing my ipod, I sat at the computer and rocked out to the music of my youth. Read, the best of the '90's.
(En Vogue! I miss you, and I bet there's not too many people who will admit to that.)
Anyway. As I sat here, mindlessly dancing in my chair, it occurred to me that I was happy. Happy! Wasn't that the whole blasted point of the month of health? Quietly soothe my soul with yoga, good food, and good livin'?
Really, all I needed was a dose of En Vogue and Weezer. Huh.
A vast oversimplification? Probably. All the yoga and healthy eating did my body good, I know. And I couldn't last a full month on En Vogue and Weezer alone. (I mean, that's just crazy.) It does occur that sometimes when life hands you lemons, it kinda just...hands you lemons. And, sometimes, all you can do is try your best to make lemonade or lemon meringue pie or, you know, eat less meat and do more yoga.
I think what I'm say, awkwardly and inarticulately, is that you can't force yourself to find meaning. Sometimes answers are elusive. So. Instead of pushing yourself to keep swimming against and through the current, maybe, sometimes, it's okay to turn around, climb out of the water, and wait.
And do the best you can with your lemons.