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Life is Not a (Rat) Race
“Oh, I used to bake all the time,” I said to a colleague as we walked to a meeting. “I just shelved it — for my career — for the time being.” We slipped into the meeting room.
As I sat there, pretending to take notes on the presentation, I kept replaying my words in my head: I don’t have time to bake?
What the hell did that mean? I felt like I sounded….insane…I was so uncomfortable and confused as to…why I could not bake.
What the hell was I doing, saying that to my colleague?
Was I fishing for sympathy?
A compliment?
I was looking for something, though I wasn’t sure I meant what I said. I just knew that I said it for a reason, but I was not sure what the reason was or the goal. I was not sure why I had actually stopped baking years ago.
Life is not just a race; it’s a labyrinth.
A labyrinth is a complex structure filled with paths, dead ends, and choices that make reaching a destination feel uncertain. This complexity creates confusion, even helplessness.
Sometimes, it feels like life is designed to make us feel lost. But maybe it’s because we’ve been treating it like a maze — a game to win — when it’s really an ever-evolving labyrinth.
