A post I took the last hour writing has just been lost to the ether, which would have had me screaming in frustration even a short time ago. However, I seem to have come through the Summer to a sort of Zen-like state of mind, probably because I have been extremely conflicted of late and have finally laid the conflict to rest.
Anyway, thinking back, the blog laid out the tortuous workings of my thought processes in far too much gory detail. Someone up there is presumably trying to ensure that no-one sends the men in the white coats around just yet...
The gist of the conflict has been that I haven't been at peace with myself for a long time and didn't know why. However, Fate, the gods, my subconscious or whatever you think is at the root of it, have recently sent me to places where I have felt content, leading me to put the pieces together and work it out.
And some of that has been to do with going with the flow, which I quite thought I'd mastered, although evidently not. The main reason, though, is that I've been searching for contentment outside of myself, when it was inside al the time, I just hadn't been putting myself into situations where I could recognise it as such.
The post went on to say that I have to change how I live, which I'm now in the process of doing.
So, 520 words to just under 300, pretty much saying the same thing. Not only on a path to contentment but a better editor! Oh, and it waffled on about Septembers and beginnings, which was quite pretty but not vital. Unlike contentment, which I have concluded, is essential, and which I have shunned for far too long.
