Must. Not. Stop. Seeing. How. High. You. Can. Fly.

When you’re an overly ambitious workaholic for whom career has become the only interest in your life, simple pleasures can seem tasteless.

When your entire identity is focused on traveling around the world pushing the envelope of achievement, coming home can make you feel like a visitor in your own town.

When there is an aching hole inside of you that even the most obsessive interest in work cannot fill, what little time off you have can scarcely be enjoyed.

Not exactly the most sustainable way of living.

Hornsby has an absolutely devastating song that comes to mind:

Sometimes it’s the right thing to cut the cord, you’ve been holding on hard, but your hands get sore, and sometimes it’s worth it, but sometimes you wonder what for.

Now there’s a question that never occurred to me. After all, when a workaholic has long since bought into the story that it’s all going to pay off, wondering if it’s all worth it a thought that’s off limit.

Must. Not. Stop. Seeing. How. High. You. Can. Fly.

It’s the funniest thing. We make these laws for ourselves by believing we’re blocked from leaving a particular world. But it’s just an artificial construct that’s too convenient to be killed.

We only believe the story because we’ve never given ourselves permission not to believe.

Sometimes we need to cut the cord, if only to show ourselves that we can be something else. 

LET ME ASK YA THIS…
Do you need to accept that something is on the way out and something else is painfully being born?