soar or wallow

Carl Sandburg wrote: “There is an eagle in me that wants to soar, and there is a hippopotamus in me that wants to wallow in the mud.” I can relate. Most of the time I really do want to soar. I want to push the envelope. I want to be a part of great things. But I confess there are times I get tired, and I fight wallowing in a pity party. The truth is that I am so wonderfully blessed. It’s just harder to see that when I’m stuck in the mud rather than soaring through the air.