I know. You think you’re over it.

You’re old, you’re tired, you’ve already tried it, it’s somebody else’s turn, who cares, you’re over it, no way, not again, oh, please, forget it plus what’s the use anyway…

I feel that way too, sometimes. It’s usually a sign that I need to take a rest. Possibly several rests.

Discouragement and battle-fatigue get to all of us eventually, but the only real problem comes when you start to feel that despair is a permanent condition.

Because it’s not.

Your spirit (once it gets some rest) is an irredeemable optimist.
Your heart’s true nature is: exuberance.
Your mind is always turning toward the better, the improving, the, “well, we could try…”

And maybe those little green sprigs of hopeful thoughts cause you to groan.

“Oh, not again…” you sigh.

But, yes. Again.
And again.
And again.
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again.

And then a few thousand more times.

Because that is your real self – as resilient as a child and as bouyant as a red balloon. It’s OK. It’s the human condition. We’re tinkerers, improvers, dreamers, thinkers, grass-is-always-greener-ers.

We keep moving. (That’s the hunter-gatherer in us – always on to the next idea.)

Here’s my test: as long as you still have a solid sense of humor about Whatever-It-Is that’s wearing you out, then you’re OK.

If, however, you are feeling rather consistently grim and humorless, then it’s time for a new strategy. So rest. Do whatever it is you do to get your mojo back. Then look around, see where you are and check out the little new ideas that have started dancing around your head.

See – there you go again – dreaming new dreams. For all of us.

Thank you for that.