Ever feel like you’re in a fog? You know, that’s not always a bad thing, as long as you’re not behind the wheel of a car. But like it or not, you’re always the designated driver for your own life. Lately, mine has been going at full-speed in the fast lane, when really all I want to do is pull over at a rest stop. For me, this morning’s fog was welcome.
I live and die by the day’s to do list, and lately, I’ve felt that not only can I not keep up, the things I do cross off my list, are not living up to the standards that I (used to) set for myself, and meet. I’ve been saying “good enough” way too often for my recovering perfectionist psyche. (I know that’s supposed to be healthy, but my standards have gotten pret-ty low).
On top of this daily angst over the mundane, I’ve got some pretty big items ready to be spooned upon my plate, and they’re causing me quite a bit of anxiety. This morning, rather than stay in bed a minute longer worrying, contemplating, and pretending that I could got back to sleep, I ventured out for an early morning paddle in the fog.
I live in a beautiful place and I am mindfully thankful for that, but I really don’t often take advantage of all that’s waiting just a few steps away. My creative endeavors fall under the name, Backbay Design Studio, for Pete sake, but lately, there ain’t been no Bay and there certainly ain’t been no design to speak of. Today, I made the time to find some inspiration.
Though my paddle only took me around the corner, that fog carried me to places far, far away.
Find your peace.
Thanks for stopping by,
P..S. Photos were just taken with my I-phone 4s. Some are altered, some are not. Not much color in them, because of ...The Fog.