It’s hard to believe its Monday again and I am back at work doing both my jobs, one as a lawyer and one as a co-owner of Ziba Beauty. It makes for blurry time as I stretch myself in my legal practice, and step my efforts to learn all aspects of my actual running business. Then there is the aching need to connect with loved ones, to spend time in a meaningful way than check off a to do list, be healthy, get stronger, write more, be in service to others, be present, and the list goes on and on, and days, months turn into a blurry whirlpool of wondering what’s it all for, and it hits me clearly because not moving means, you are falling.
So I wake up, and I get up and as much as there are times I just want to go back into the warmth of the bed, something inside me won’t let me. Don’t get me wrong, there are some days I give in, but more often than not, I wake up to handle what I want to create for my life vision. And so I keep going, because I don’t want to live a normal life. I want to live a life worth being proud of when I am on my death-bed.