“Walking will do the trick. Without fail.”
I adore this odd and wonderful embroidery and piece of writing from Maira Kalman, one of my favorite artists, always.
Don’t think too much.
If only I had seen or read this at 24. Or 34. By 44, I was starting to understand. And now I know.
Don’t think too much.
Thinking can be insular, single-pointed, and really, a huge waste of selfish time.
Not all thinking of course. Writing is thinking. Painting is thinking. Talking with another person and being persuaded by their point of view is thinking.
But sitting around worrying about ourselves and how our lives will come out when we look at them through the lens of being trapped in a tiny tunnel with only our own brain?
What a terrible way to live.
Anxiety is a habit. We can break that habit by making a new one instead.
After decades of worrying how others might perceive me after I said a sentence slightly askew, I’m so grateful for the spaciousness of my brain. These days, there’s more and more room for other people and other points of view.
But for decades, I was an intellectual. Horribly, I even thought sometimes that I was a better person, at times, because I was a a THINKER.
Now, I move.
Now, I believe in my feet.
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