“Every closed eye is not sleeping, and every open eye is not seeing.”
— Bill Cosby
Things are not always as they seem. We know that about life. We know that about ourselves. Sometimes the inner me and the outer me are in harmony, while at other times they aren’t on the same page — and may not even be in the same book.
We are in the dog days of summer, and most of us have gotten into a routine that works. I’ve finally gotten the watering schedule down around the house to where the grass has greened up and needs to be mowed far more often than I had expected I would need to do it. Mowing is a chore, and I haven’t got my lungs adjusted to the higher altitude (another way of saying I think I am out of shape — although I have been told I have the body of a god. Probably Buddha).
The point is that we often find comfort in our routines. We get used to doing things a certain way or at specific times and we have no desire to change those things. It is like the age-old adage: If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it! ...