Remember that game?
Man, we grew up with some good games... Granted, some were a bit brutal and
alienating but I mostly remember the fun and having an endurance level I could
only wish to still have these days.
The game was simple: green meant GO and red meant STOP. You wait excitedly for your commands ready to bolt forward and gain ground on your opponents all while managing enough control to stop a second's notice. Even with such a basic concept you could still be "tricked" and mess up. Either by being caught in the moment and not hearing the next instruction assuming you know already knew and moving or not moving at the right time.
Life. My life tends to be a bit extreme. Almost unbalanced and as soon as I find my pace I refuse to slow down. I hit that “I’ve-found-my-rhythm-and-I'm-gaining-so-much-ground” and fear of not finding that comfortable stride again or even the desire to achieve a pace keeps me moving until hurt myself.
In these moments I chide and remind myself almost mechanically.
stop bingeing
more planning
stop worrying
more trusting
stop waiting
more living
The game was simple: green meant GO and red meant STOP. You wait excitedly for your commands ready to bolt forward and gain ground on your opponents all while managing enough control to stop a second's notice. Even with such a basic concept you could still be "tricked" and mess up. Either by being caught in the moment and not hearing the next instruction assuming you know already knew and moving or not moving at the right time.
Life. My life tends to be a bit extreme. Almost unbalanced and as soon as I find my pace I refuse to slow down. I hit that “I’ve-found-my-rhythm-and-I'm-gaining-so-much-ground” and fear of not finding that comfortable stride again or even the desire to achieve a pace keeps me moving until hurt myself.
In these moments I chide and remind myself almost mechanically.
stop bingeing
more planning
stop worrying
more trusting
stop waiting
more living
All the shifts from
fast to slow make me feel almost motion sick. Though I might spend the rest of
my life just being me by thinking to far ahead or completely stagnate turning
in circles, there’s always that little voice that says:
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