Tired is one word I would use to describe it. That sinking feeling that I may never reach the place where I can rest my head and detach from the demands that tug at me. The exhaustion that my heart feels when I look ahead and realize that I have so much more road to travel. Deep breath and a teary sigh give me the energy to push ahead, not sure somedays if I will make it to that place where I am finally home.
We settle into certain places, seems comfortable there, for the moment we have what we need – whether it be many or a single comfort this place is sufficient. Subconsciously though, something is triggering discomfort. The proverbial table keeps getting moved and you stub your toe every time you walk by. Instead of affirming the table or not going into the room, you just keep walking in and hammering your toe against the table. Is the comfort from the rest of the place worth the pain in your foot? Is it time to leave this painful comfort to find a place where you are supposed to be?
And what if you do find “home”, what then? Well, something happens when you are in a state of mind where peace in your core is finally allowed to live. You blossom, never truly standing still because you continue to grow – your fruit is sweeter, your soul is glowing and those around you can’t make out what it is but the see something different in you. It is a panacea for your ailments, your mind finally has a restful place to dwell along with the rest of you. Home can be anything that provides you with this, you just have to find it and appreciate what it has to offer.
Stop stubbing your toe on a table that does not hold a firm enough top to rest your fruits. However, don’t turn your nose up at a table that is a little crooked – it might just be perfect for you. Big Hug!