Try: to subject to something that tests the powers of endurance
I've been wondering, of late, what in my life defines "trying". I have "tried" to do many things. Some have failed spectacularly, others have been an embarrassing debacle, and others still have been, in my own mind's eye, a success.
There are many things I "try" to do on a regular basis, for instance, losing weight. I am, for myself, at an unsatisfactory mass level, of which I wish to bring down to a more acceptable level by "trying" to eat right. I am, currently, "trying" and succeeding at a steady, albeit seemingly glacial pace, to write a book. Whenever I endeavor to knock a bit of it [the book] off, I seem to encounter endless obstacles, yet my mind flourishes with imaginative, compelling ideas when my computer is a world away and my hands may as well be tied behind my back.
Whilst pontificating upon the effort I put into life in general and what exactly I have to show for said effort, I have become increasingly dismayed. Having said that, let me say this - I consider my children to be my greatest successes in life, while not having to "try" too hard for them. *cough* *cough* They came about, both of them, as pleasant, beautiful surprises of sorts, and have both brought me so much joy.
Outside of the fact that I have been blessed with them, I do not feel particularly fulfilled. Something is missing. Or someone. I do not know at this juncture exactly which or what or why. I do know my lovely friend, Cam, tells me nearly every day to just get after it, whatever "it" may be.
Today, the laundry list of items I hope to "try" is growing more bloated by the minute. I will be moved into a new residence by week's end, enrolled in school, and hopefully another five pounds lighter. My life is about to change drastically because of that word "try", so I'm going to "try" to make the very best of it. What are you "trying" (or not "trying") today?
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