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  • As I left the office this evening, the rowing club was laying out their oars in preparation for practice.
    The sinking Winter sun cast a soft glow upon them.
    They waited like an outstretched hand to be clasped and thrust into the water.
    To generate forward motion. To. Go. Somewhere.

    We're always going somewhere aren't we? Even if we're the hamster in the wheel, faking forward momentum, our minds think because we're moving we must be doing something purposeful. We can't sit idle with our thoughts. Too painful for most of us. We must fill our time with movement and busy work to avoid facing our inner demons. If we ignore them, if we drown out their screams and pleading with motion, just maybe they'll go away. Deal with them another day we tell ourselves. Or preferably never.

    But they'll be back.

    It's fun to be going somewhere though. Even if it's just down stream a bit. Feels good to create a wake in the still water. To make an impact.

    And really when you think about it, those demons we try so hard to suppress mostly aren't so bad. We just think they are. Our minds play tricks. They wander and twist and turn. Taking us on adventures - some incredibly fantastic and others not so much.

    Maybe we just need to grab those oars and smash those demons with positive movement. By acting as if we know where we're going and why. By taking that stand and not bowing to the real demons in our lives: Mediocrity and Status Quo.

    Got your oars in the water? Going somewhere? I hope so. The magic is in the journey.
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