Take your time
I have pursued far too much seriousness and forgot the balance of fun.
You have to live a little. Or a lot. We only get so much of life, might as well steal the moments of joy when we can. As often as we can. Right?
I keep oscillating between different options, different choices, where do I want to build and how do I want to build it?
Perhaps I have to admit to myself I'm a bit of a nomad, a traveler, someone who likes to tinker and dabble and try my hand at everything. I want to become obsessive, someone who knows all types of information on a specific area, but alas, that has eluded me.
It's more likely that I *think* I don't have a special interest, when in reality, I have A LOT of special interests over time.
But truly, it's hard to keep up with all the different tinkerings I've experimented with. Looking back, it does seem like I've lived a dozen different lives. And here I am again, attempting to start a new life, a new chapter, a new era of what it means to live in this newness.
The newness of losing a parent, my dad, and reconciling with the fact that the future I envisioned with them will no longer be possible.
My relationship with death has changed pretty tremendously, and it still continues unfolding to this day. I keep wanting to push myself to a conclusion, to the revelation of whatever my new life looks like already -- but there are things that you just can't rush. Seriously.
I just have to keep remembering that. You can't rush a good thing. Or you can, but then you'd wish you took your time.
So take your time and soak it all up while you still can.
Thanks for being here.
Sincerely,
Nadine ♥
You have to live a little. Or a lot. We only get so much of life, might as well steal the moments of joy when we can. As often as we can. Right?
I keep oscillating between different options, different choices, where do I want to build and how do I want to build it?
Perhaps I have to admit to myself I'm a bit of a nomad, a traveler, someone who likes to tinker and dabble and try my hand at everything. I want to become obsessive, someone who knows all types of information on a specific area, but alas, that has eluded me.
It's more likely that I *think* I don't have a special interest, when in reality, I have A LOT of special interests over time.
But truly, it's hard to keep up with all the different tinkerings I've experimented with. Looking back, it does seem like I've lived a dozen different lives. And here I am again, attempting to start a new life, a new chapter, a new era of what it means to live in this newness.
The newness of losing a parent, my dad, and reconciling with the fact that the future I envisioned with them will no longer be possible.
My relationship with death has changed pretty tremendously, and it still continues unfolding to this day. I keep wanting to push myself to a conclusion, to the revelation of whatever my new life looks like already -- but there are things that you just can't rush. Seriously.
I just have to keep remembering that. You can't rush a good thing. Or you can, but then you'd wish you took your time.
So take your time and soak it all up while you still can.
Thanks for being here.
Sincerely,
Nadine ♥