You can announce you’re going to be quiet, and maybe you are.
Or maybe you will discover you’re talking louder in other areas of your life.
You may say you’re not going to be blogging or responding to blogging comments, but~~poof!~~watch out. You’ll find yourself inviting your neighbors over for tea, or chatting on Facebook, or babbling non-stop in your ever-active mind. Or posting on your secondary blog, thinking it doesn’t count.
Apparently, you cannot stop being who you are. Expressing what you need to express.
Can we truly, completely, totally, 100%, accept ourselves as we are? Or must we continue the attempt to create ourselves into who we want to be?
If I knew the answer to this question I would dance and dance and ever-more dance, fearless of mosquitoes, fearless of bear who break down doors and burst into unsuspecting houses, fearless of complaints and whining, fearless of people you’ve unsuspectingly hurt, fearless of the effects of too much caffeine.
I would be fearless of my own desires.
In the deepest of our hearts can we totally accept who we are? Or do we perch on a ladder above an abyss, walking a rope stretched between two cliffs, attempting to balance, attempting to control, never swaying an inch too far this way or that way?