Making Space

VJaging, life, nonfiction, Thoughtsaging, faith, space, Thoughts, time, urgency10 Comments

Multi-tasking becomes a compulsion. I escape quietude at all costs. The urgency that underlies my actions wants me to believe that time and opportunity are running out.

Until I catch myself spinning and stop. Question the motivation. Realize the old pattern repeating. Breathe.

Now making space for the universe to fill in the blanks.

10 thoughts on “Making Space”

Eugi says:

June 5, 2025 at 6:18 am

This is beautiful. I need to do this too.

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1. VJ says:
  
  June 5, 2025 at 8:03 pm
  
  😊
  
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memadtwo says:

June 4, 2025 at 9:47 pm

I need to remember this too–thanks. (K)

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1. VJ says:
  
  June 5, 2025 at 8:02 pm
  
  🤗
  
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Wynne Leon says:

June 4, 2025 at 9:21 pm

Beautiful!

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1. VJ says:
  
  June 5, 2025 at 8:02 pm
  
  Thanks Wynne
  
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Liz Gauffreau says:

June 4, 2025 at 8:20 pm

I needed a deep breath with this one!

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1. VJ says:
  
  June 5, 2025 at 8:02 pm
  
  Yes! How easily we forget.
  
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  1. Liz Gauffreau says:
    
    June 5, 2025 at 8:18 pm
    
    For sure.
    
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Sadje says:

June 4, 2025 at 10:02 am

Yes, catching the breath is very important.

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