Be careful for what you wish for...
How many times have we heard that and just laughed it off?
After all, if we wish for something, that means we really want it, right?
I had a conversation with someone this week that makes me think we don't always want what we wish for...
that the longing and the wishing are enough
that fantasy is better than reality
that once it becomes too real,
too possible
too certain to happen
we get a little uneasy with it.
Or maybe it's just the after effects we're afraid of
and anticipate
and don't want
and make us run away from
that thing we want so much.
Maybe we act as our own
saboteur
allowing ourselves to
want
but
not to have.
Is there something that YOU really, really want, but hold at arm's length for fear of actually getting it?
posted by The Real Me @ 10:31 AM
6 Comments:
Hhhhmmm. Interesting. I think that there's something to this.
In my own personal situation, I know one of the things that scares me to death is that what if I do finally get what I've been so desperate to achieve? What then, if I'm terrible at it? What if it's nothing like I thought it would be?
That's a scary thought when you devote years to the pursuit of something.
I think we may all have that thing. I know I do. I am just not going to share what it is.
I think there are things many of us really really want but also trade offs that stop us from being able to just go for it. I wish I had done so many things when I was younger... before marriage and kids... I wish I explored more of life. I struggle with following my dreams or doing the responsible thing. Some say you should try to do both... Ya right... how!
Kate, I tried 3 times to post to your site... didn't work at all! So here...
I said... I'm new here (on your blog), thanks for visiting my blog.
Your hole in the bucket post really touched me. I'm always amazed at the openness I find in this blog universe.
I have wishes but I am scared that they won't be accepted by The Wife, but now that I am 40 I just have to start doing things for myself eh?
Time to wear the pants, Todd.
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