Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Most of my life, somewhere in my mind I assumed most things had an easier way. Find the easier way and you were one of the good people, the skinny ones, the pretty ones, the adored ones, the cool ones. After all, that's what the industrial revolution and technological expansion gave us: easier ways. So, imagine my shame and despair when I finally admitted to myself that in many matters worthwhile to me, there simply was not an easier way. Relationships don't just magically maintain themselves, weight (especially with my genes) doesn't conveniently leave you just because you feel bad about it, and adulthood doesn't grab you by the throat and make you grow. The silly thing is that my brain, as seen by my actions, really thought relationships just happened, weight fell off and growth was an automatic. And really this is just the beginning. My brain has been believing the perceptions I have rather than believing the truth that is usually right in front of it. The good news is that I'm starting to get it, the whole working hard thing. The bad news is, the more I 'get it', the more I realize how deceived I was. I can say with a confident heart, though, how painful and wonderful growth is.