I watch the sun go down on another week and wonder what I have accomplished. The dictionary defines the word accomplish as “achieve or complete successfully: the planes accomplished their mission. ORIGIN late Middle English: from Old French acompliss-, lengthened stem of acomplir, based on Latin ad- ‘to’ + complere ‘to complete.’
So, did I complete my mission? What was my mission? Just to be alive, I thought that enough. At the beginning of the week I decided that I would take a week to just be, to just live as I liked, with no routines, no shoulds, no demands. I decided to stop going to bed at a certain time just because I should. I decided to stay awake until I felt tired, and not to worry about the time I woke up. I decided to trust my biorhythms to decide that for me. I decided to avoid the phone, mail, bills, laundry, dishes, and anything not absolutely necessary to feeling happy and relaxed. And I did. What a wonderful week. I reconnected with my inner self, my creative self, my truthful self. I reconnected with the self who likes to write, who likes to play, who likes to draw and paint, who likes to be lazy, who likes to stay comfortable. I realize that I like to be home. I realize I like to meditate and be still. I realize I like to not feel like I am accomplishing anything. Nothing. No-thing. Breathing, yes, that is enough, for now.
Maybe I should have been a Zen monk. Maybe I should have joined a zendo or lived in a cave. But I love my friends. I love, most of the time, my life. I am happy. If that is an accomplishment, that I have achieved my mission.