A friend said to me, "I just want you to live your life." Wasn't I? I got up every morning, took care of my family, taught school, took care of my family, graded papers, sometimes emailed friends, and started all over again the next day. Wasn't that my life?
In KING OF LIES by John Hart, Work discovers that he has been living the life his father wanted him to live, down to who he married, not just what he did. Sometimes now I feel like I am not living my life. I am not sure about the days when I took care of my family, taught school, and sometimes communicated with friends, but now I understand what my friend who wanted me to live my life was saying.
I canned 21 quarts of beans yesterday and cleaned and broke a bushel before I canned them. I will be grateful for all those beans next winter, but I am not sure that spending a whole day doing them is how I was supposed to spend my time.
As I grow older, I realize how precious every minute is. I ask for Guidance every morning and yesterday all day I felt the pull of my computer to get back to writing. When I feel pulls from elsewhere, I am not living my life. People are imprisoned by many things and in many ways. Mostly we imprison ourselves with false beliefs or anachronistic assumptions. Today I write and visit with friends and have my hair cut. I think that will be living my life.
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