Hamlet had an easy dilemma–to be or not to be.  Me, I’ve got this argument about being of use vs. merely being.  To make a mark on the world by helping others, working as a cog in the great machine of life, or just sitting, feeling my feelings and making a choice to what serves me.

Ok, well, it’s not quite that black and white, and when I make a choice for me it could be that I am serving the world.  Not the least of which I’m not so freaking cranky if I really choose for me.  And what’s a codependent to do when helping others seems like what I DO want to do?

The problem is that I get out of balance.  Teetertottering on that human/spirit playground.  The more I breath the more I think it is just a game and the whole point is no matter what I do, to just do and move on to the next be.  Or the next do. 

Being & doing like yin and yang rolling through the Way with me bouncing along.  Bumpy ride sometimes.  Glad I’ve got a good Driver and won’t fall off.  Though She has wild red hair, squeals and giggles as She races me through the streets of my tiny life.