To Be Ordinary
I was driving to work this morning, listening to the audiobook version of Getting Past Your Past, and I thought: "It must be wonderful to discover something like EMDR, and to know your work has transformed so many people's lives. I can only hope that my writing, too, helps people in its own small way."
And I realized, then, while walking down the well-trodden path of my thoughts, that the view had changed since I'd last traversed the landscape. I no longer felt this anxious, urgent need to change the world. I no longer felt a responsibility to write something that would elevate my name into the pantheon of great writers. I saw with sudden clarity the blessing of my one, small life, and felt the weight of that burden lift.
It is such a gift to be here in the world at all, and experience its beauty. Worrying oneself over such an impossible feat is foolish; akin to Icarus driving his chariot too close to the sun. How lovely to embrace that freedom. The freedom to remain earthbound. To be ordinary.