November 9, 2009

The string worked its magic.

In reminding me to be impeccable, it first reminded me to slow down. It reminded me to wonder if this thing I was about to do — this action I was about to take, this thought I was about to think, these words I was about to utter, this desire I was about to indulge in, this fantasy I was about to spin — to wonder if it was impeccable, to wonder if it was my best.

Very often, the answer was no. And what a cause for celebration that was! What a great joy it is to move from not doing my best, to doing my best. String theory rules!