I think it’s really amazing how adaptable we are, how adaptable I am. Situations happen, sometimes I change them, sometimes I don’t.
I suppose that’s what life is about, changing situations until they’re what I want, or close enough such that I’ll stop working on changing them… or the big changes cease and the fine detailing starts, like a sculptor moving to a smaller chisel, a file and sandpaper to add the details that add richness.
The adapting to the situation is the gone chiseling and the sanding.
I’m looking around life and seeing what situations I’ve adapted to, what bullshit I am putting up with, where I’ve stopped the big work and said “Ok, this is where the big work ends, now to start sanding.”
And how long have I sanded before I called it a sculpture?
Is it big or small? Ornate or plain? Graceful or clunky? Complete or incomplete? Smooth or rough? Is it my idea or someone else’s?
Where am I satisfied? That’s a good place to start. What work can I do consistently to move that needle.
Judging by the average lifespan I think I’m halfway done. The Midlife Crisis is right on time.
Where have YOU stopped trying?