Life Without Limits

One may live ineffectively in a large city offering every cultural advantage or live effectively in a seemingly humdrum environment.

I came to grips with my narrow, uninspired view of life when we lived in a small community for many years. Though I respected my husband's profession, which linked us to this location, I resented what I thought were irrevocable confinements. I felt remote from good theater and concerts. I craved a university atmosphere with lively inquisitiveness and plenty of give–and–take. In short, I floundered in the sludge of self–pity, smoldering resentment, and despondency until I began to realize that misery is self–imposed and environment subjective—not a material, ungovernable condition.

Joy That Never Walks Out
September 18, 1971

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