Career and what we do for a living is an integral part of life. It is a huge decision when someone chooses to change careers. It is a huge chunk of how we spend our time and gives us liberties (resources specifically!) to live well. How much should we identify with our career? How does what we do for a living relate to one's life purpose?
The trick is awareness to consciously allow the elements that make up life, including the job, work for you. This also includes your life purpose. Your life purpose and your job are meant to enhance your life. They are not meant to define one or one's life. You are the ultimate master of your life. You are not a victim of your own fate.
You are already validated. You already count. You have already proven yourself, your worth. You are already loved. What next?
Whether you know your purpose or not, don't let it rule you. Living that purpose and choosing to honor it are also a choice. Therefore you have the choice to do other things with your life too.
Live a life you choose. When you have this energy working for you - it can feel good to be responsible and to do things for yourself.
I dream of flight
But I don't want to be stuck.
I fantasize of heights,
of soft earth and deep oceans.
I wonder about peaks
and depths just the same.
You'll realize we wanted the same thing.
Fall in love with someone who makes you fall in love with your life - even without them.
That its a reminder of how good it already is.
Someone who reminds you how much you like being alive
And like being you.
That you already have it pretty good;
That you already like yourself just as you are.
Fall in love when you're ready.
Fall in love when you feel strong and good.
Fall in love when you least expect it.
Fall in love with yourself.
Fall willingly, consciously.
Cardio taught me to pace my heart.
I have a fascination and admiration for the human body. Its form, how it heals and adapts, and what it can do. I appreciate the things my body allows me to experience and I appreciate nourishing and nurturing it. I've learned to value it and enjoy caring for it.
However, I still have the habit of pushing my body beyond its limits. In the past, I'd push beyond the "sweet stretch" while practicing yoga and pretty much fucked up my ham strings for a while. I've lifted beyond capability or danced too long (with absolutely zero regrets btw!). I forget to breathe when I climb. I forget to breathe in general.
I have also had a strained relationship with cardiovascular exercise. The thing is - I do not like it. It gets monotonous and it gets painful and makes me more aware of the pain because of its monotony. It was a vicious cycle. The other evening I told a friend that something seems irregular with my (physical) heart. I noticed that even when I'm not tired but do cardio for about ten minutes, my heart rate quickly rises to easily 160 to 170 bpm.
As a result, I started to observe my heart rate a little more. This time I tried to slow down and keep my heart rate below 160 for the 15 of cardio I do at the gym. The pace was much slower but definitely more comfortable. I finally reached that "sweet burn" I've heard about. It felt good to move my body this way. I enjoyed cardio for once. It wasn't difficult. I was once again fascinated with the body.
Then it got me thinking about how I lead my life and how my emotional heart came into play. Sure I can force my being or body to be faster but then I rob myself of the moment of enjoying the journey and the work and miss out on the "sweetness" - whether there was pain involved or not. It brought me to a deeper sense of awareness of my own pace and responding to it with respect. In theory I've known this but also didnt quite appreciate it - and honestly it was mostly annoying.
I can't force it to openness and sharing when it's not conditioned. I have to respect its pace before I run out of breath and give up again altogether. I can't jump to intimacy. That would be another shit show i'm all too familiar with. So here we go. Fingers and toes crossed.
I'm writing to remember today. A part of me is afraid to remember but more afraid to forget. There is more at stake in losing the memory forever. It would mean forgetting joy, purity, peace, safety, warmth, security, innocence, young love.
So I choose to remember your skin on my skin. I choose to remember my skin looking for more of you and you for me. I choose to remember your strong, graceful, thoughtful arms around me. Chivalry and respect pulsed through you.
I choose to remember your breath. Your mouth over my brow. I choose to remember your laugh and what it feels like over my face. And staying in that pause and space where time doesn't exist but possibilities do - suspended and completely free.
This is where we are alive. And free. And pure. And who we really are.
Journal Archive: 4 July 2014
Ramblings of the soul.