I just got off of the phone with a good friend of mine and we were discussing celebrating wins or rather why people aren’t. She pointed out that while we are worrying about whether to celebrate or how to celebrate, time was still passing by. We let worry steal our minutes, hours, days and as the Good Book says we cannot add an hour to our lives by worrying.
We waste the moments. I let that slide in, slink around and settle for a minute.
Why do we do that? Question if we’re doing too much, being too much? And while I am going down this rabbit hole, what is too much? Let me give you some context. I am sitting on a panel for James River Writer’s first Writing Show of the year and I will reveal a project I’ve been working on next week.
While I feel excitement and curiosity about what I will learn and experience, I tend to be low-key. It’s usually not my style to announce things by shouting it from the mountain top.
However, I would like to learn to come in at above a whisper.
Especially if I want to be heard.