“Nothing is so common as the desire to be remarkable” – W. Shakespeare
We (i.e. me) are constantly in pursuit of the next best thing. It is never good enough. In my room, there is a box. The last box containing my belongings – certificates, letters, writing materials and books. For the most part, I tell myself I am too busy to unpack, work has taken a toll for the insane. When I say I am married to my job, everyone nods in unparalleled agreement. No one laughs because if they are in my life, they have at some point been passed up for a work commitment.
When the manic comes to a halt, I wonder what it is all for. Lately, I have allowed myself more. To not be caught up in the madness. To enjoy the stillness.
For the New Year, I want there to be contentment in my life. Who needs to be remarkable when your heart is smiling with bliss?
