Lately, Thoreau's words, "In the long run, we only hit what we aim at" has occupied some choice real estate in the forefront of my mind. The quote is not new to me but it's really pestering me now, restlessly following me around like my cats in the hour before their next feeding. Truth is, I find the whole idea behind his words somewhat annoying because they seem to contradict the whole notion of contentment, an important personal value that also stalks me yet often slips through my fingers just when I think I have it firmly in my grasp.
Don't expect me to unpack and neatly re-fold something here that great thinkers have pondered for centuries. That's not the point of my little blog. However, in THIS particular instance, I believe that catatonic is all too easily masked as patience and contentment, and the culprit behind this suspended existence is FEAR. And living in fear is pretty scary. Let's not do that, okay?
So, while we aren't ready to charge full speed ahead, a house on Cavendish Court is still believed to be the bull's eye and we are ready to proceed "as if" it is so. Certain circumstances have required us to make some shifts in our expectations but such roadblocks could potentially make for a more interesting and creative Crossing Providence experience, if you ask me!
I invite you to journey along. Maybe my story will provide some of you with a little shot of inspiration that will move you closer to your own personal target. Wouldn't that be nice.....:-)
