The enthusiasms took me through the action, not the measuring of it or the reasonableness.
You just try to do everything that comes up.
You just try to do everything that comes up. Get up an hour earlier, stay up an hour later, make the time. Then you look back and say, “Well, that was a neat piece of juggling there — school, marriage, babies, career.” The enthusiasms took me through the action, not the measuring of it or the reasonableness.
by Ruby Dee
from her verbal portrait in I Dream a World: Portraits of Black Women Who Changed America – Page 110
a book of photographs by Brian Lanker
May 23rd, 2009 at 11:51 am
I’ve done that kind of juggling. In fact, my life is still largely a juggling act. I have to wonder: will I feel like it was worthwhile, later in life when I look back?
May 23rd, 2009 at 12:25 pm
Sometimes I’ve been sad that I struggled about struggling. I’ve only regretted the struggle when the cause was not worthwhile, and for the most part my aim has been pretty good.
I don’t think that struggling over what’s missing can be as fruitful, because until struggling *for* something your aim is all over the place, and trying to hit the mark is about like the proverbial nailing jello to the wall.