I notice with some amusement that as I feel and act more and more free, I start to yearn for rules. A good clue to this is a sudden interest in doing the Body for Life program again. There's nothing wrong with this program really. It works. I felt enormous energy toward the end of my first 12-week challenge. It's just that it is quite obsessive. I used to spend time every evening filling out forms for the following day: exactly what I would eat when, exactly how I'd do my cardio or weight-lifting and when. I'd agonize if I was half an hour late for a prescribed meal. I followed all the rules exactly.
It makes for a wonderful distraction. And of course it's easier in many ways than paying attention, being aware. When I consult any reliable source of guidance such as a Visit to my Dream Studio (consulting my 80-year-old self) I'm told that all I need to do is walk, lift weights, stretch, and eat what I truly want to eat, with attention - and of course, to make my art. It's odd that this seems more difficult than following a very prescribed program exactly. Then again, of course it's not odd. Freedom is perhaps our greatest challenge in life - to learn to be free.
And it's the little girl in me who wants these rules. She wants so desperately to be a Good Girl. Then everyone will be happy - Mommy, Daddy, Grandmother, Grandfather, teacher, and the Good Girl herself. Mmm-hmm. It never actually quite works out that way though, does it?
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