Gambling for a Life Well Lived

Borrowed from Skeletor is Love: http://skeletorislove.tumblr.com/

During my walk this morning, I discovered that my mouth was set in a determined line.  I had my spine stacked in forced confidence.  And my walk was the definition of grim efficiency.  I’ve found myself in a place where my effort and time is spread around to my projects and people like chips on a craps table.  I gamble that the choices I made have paid off.  I’m grateful there are a few sure bets like family, but the chips are stacked a little higher in places that help pay our mortgage, and the rest are just hope.  Hope and time.

I work hard to take full responsibility for the choices I’ve made while simultaneously sloughing off any responsibility that I don’t need to take on.  It’s hot in here.  This is adulting.

When the weight of the day feels like a heavy pack, it’s time to re-evaluate the places where you put those units of time and effort.  As Danielle LaPorte will say, living your dream doesn’t mean there isn’t hard work.  But, the trick is ensuring that projects and people you bet on helps fill your soul so that, heaven forbid, you died tomorrow, you regret nothing. Know that, as you pick through the tasks and daily obligations, that all of those efforts feed a machine that is worth running.  

Make space to work on works that work.