Pick Battles Wisely

Last Sunday was Easter, and I committed to let go of some baggage that was weighing me down and holding on more loosely to life. To have less of me rule and embrace more of what I believe as fundamental to my life.

Then came Monday. SOS @ work, and I let it all get to me. I know what I’m walking into each day, a company with over 300K employees is nimble as an aircraft carrier in a river. But the problem isn’t the company, or it’s inordinate focus on making things operate in black & white when we live and die by how well we manage scope creep, the problem is me (moi).

It’s not in my nature to give up, and too often I fight battles that won’t necessarily help win the war. As I cruised the web this morning reading and looking at artwork/photos, I came across this gem, which really spoke to me both in title and image.

Each minute I get older, I’d like to think that acknowledging what an ass I am sometimes makes me wiser. As I said, I don’t see myself curling up like a pill bug waiting for the coast to clear so I can crawl to my next destination. I am who I am, and what I am, but I need to be better at that, too.

So, if I pick battles wisely, I’ll spend more time and energy on what matters, at least to me, which hopefully translates to being a better artist/writer/musician, but most importantly a better soul for the good of all things.

Thanks to Luna Park for use of photo!

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