Do we keep ourselves from doing what we really want to do?

This morning I was writing my journal….That I could invision this life that I wanted for myself, but that it was blurry. That this summer when I have some unstructured time that I would indeed get to see what my days would be like when it was up to me to decide how they flowed….?#&@!!? What….

Is it not up to me to decide now? If not me- then who- who is deciding? Who is this mystical being with which I have entrusted my days?

I want to be a child myself, but there is wood to chop and water to carry.

And what feels like a burden is truly a privelage.

But truly children, also, have **water to chop and wood to carry** They just think differently about it. And so perhaps- once again- I just need to think differently about it. More often than not it is not what I am doing that is the problem– I am simply in great need of a shift in perspective. And this morning I believe that I have indeed shifted.