Life. Always under some sort of remodeling, revamping, reinventing, repositioning, re-whatever. It's how I have spent my days. Never satisfied, never at rest (for long) before it's time to pick up the tools, start tearing down the old, and get to work installing the new.
In previous lifetimes it wasn't so much of this constantly going on, there was stability and sameness and consistency because there weren't a lot of changes possible and you didn't live very long anyway so you stuck with what worked and dealt with the current part of your curriculum.
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But this time around it's different, far different, from before. I'm called to reinvent myself regularly and that call can't be ignored. Picture a nagging, finger wagging, "Get on with your lessons!" teacher and that is what I get if I ever try and slack off. I'm meant to create, can't not do it, it has to be done, and I'll be goaded into doing it eventually. ('for my own good').
I might drag my feet some but at some point I'll pick up the challenge and deal with it, run with it, and wherever it leads me to, I've found over and over, is not a place of permanent rest but only a temporary one. "Okay, you've mastered that lesson. Are you ready for the next one?".
("I guess....")
"Good!"
Then before you know it I'm being asked to step up again, and I will. What else is there to do, really? I'll sleep when I'm 'dead'.