And Whilst I Say This....
I constantly affirm that i love to be challenged as it give me opportunity to grow and develop and yet when i am hit with depression or setbacks otherwise, i sit and do not see it as something I have requested- almost as if i am short sighted and selfish to extent i only want challenged on my own terms.
And how much of my life to I tend to do this - i prefer the challenges that keep me alert, keep me 'happy' and in a state of hyper activity- but when the challenge is something that has opposing effects, I resist, shut-down. But the hardest things are what challenge us.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know, His house is in the village though. He will not see me stopping here, To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer, To stop without a farmhouse near, Between the woods and frozen lake, The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake, To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep, Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. -- Robert Frost