Wasted Time?

Although I read others' blogs almost every day, I realize that I haven't posted anything on my own blog in almost a month. I could try to concoct some sort of metaphor to explain the significance that absence has to what has been going on in my own life, or I could be a little more honest and straightforward. I think I'll try the later.

I want to be a better listener. I want to be more comfortable in silence, in uncertainty, in being still. I'm not very good at being still, either physically or mentally, and I'm pretty bad at yoga - although I am getting better the more I practice. I've been caught up in the achievement-minded mania for so long that sometimes I need to be reminded to just slow down, breathe, and be. 

So I am working on not working so hard, on not focusing so much on perfection. I'm focusing on seeing beauty in imperfection and on learning from those who walk simple paths, who practice profound truths, and who give much more than they take. I'm also trying to be more forgiving with myself.

So, I haven't posted in almost a month because I was waiting for something to inspire me to write the perfect post. I've gotten over that idea. Maybe there is no such thing as wasted time.