I find myself in the very fortunate position of being able to choose what I do with the rest of my life. I don’t enjoy lying around on a beach, or endless meaningless chats with friends or relatives in restaurants – no matter how charming or trendy. It’s pretty challenging to locate people interested in exploring ideas, reflecting, or analyzing together – except occasionally over a glass of wine. And strangely, ideas and discussions that seemed wonderful when inspired by wine, lose their glow in the cold light of day.
No, I think I’ll simply do more of what I love best – most likely by myself: reflecting on the world I find myself in; sharing thoughts or insights in writing; learning whatever I feel compelled to learn, and whatever that might lead to….
I think and analyse and reflect endlessly – in fact I need to practise quieting my mind; inner stillness. I am also working at losing my impulse to ‘manage’ my world — trying out a kind of passive acceptance of everyday things that come at me – like a less than perfect coffee or meal or inconvenience. Some might call it a ‘buddhist’ approach – but for me it doesn’t seem part of a category, just something I am trying on – like different clothing or exercise.
As I look out through my gauzy curtain and see a sunny day and bright blue sky, I think how lucky I am to be cozy and comfortable, and wonder what I can do today as a step toward helping to make this a better world. Thinking about that makes me feel stimulated and peaceful at the same time.
I have been teaching myself about blogging, and since yesterday have begun three blogs. As I imagine it, I will write from a different perspective or psychological state in each of them. That would suggest that how much blogging gets done will depend on ‘where I’m at’ for periods of time. That’s what I anticipate. What actually evolves may be a different story. We shall see 🙂