How long is too long? When do we decide it’s too late, been too long, no point now?
Three months since my last post. Not so long since it was two months and back then I questioned whether it was too long. For what - connection, continuity, confidence? A tinge of shame at lack of commitment, confidence wobbles, many other activities, and two months turns into three!
Yet here I am, back on the horse. I’ve missed this writing and I intend to find my way back. And, as before, this particular experience has me reflecting on how many times we drift away from something, or someone, we love, we value, and that serves us. Because we decide it’s been too long.
It begins innocently enough, the missed class, the week without exercise, a few weeks without our meditation, a phone call unreturned, a birthday missed, a note or email unsent, a note or email received, missing a response. An intention unfulfilled, an opportunity passing by.
Discovered, remembered and a rapid cycle of feel bad, beat up, feel worse. Rationalise. Too awkward, that tinge of shame, better to leave it. The decision taken that it’s been too long…
There’s no denying it requires commitment and courage to get back on the horse. To pick up and re-establish a practice or activity. Build up stamina and capacity for something we once took for granted. Carve out time and space for those activities that we value. Pick up the phone; write the note, an authentic re-connection.
Begin with compassion and forgiveness for ourselves. And a lightness of approach without blame, shame or excuses. Certain in the knowledge we are not alone in our experience.
And that’s it’s rarely too long, too late and it’s always better to take the risk and find out!
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