There, there my little Monday. We’re going to be OK, you and I. The lists are daunting this time of year, but so are the possibilities of stirring up some wicked creative energy. I’m already having trouble keeping up, but that’s really not anything to worry about. I just need to expect that I’ll quietly wrap up 2009 and look back on it with a little “how the hell did I do that again?” It’s not the knowing how you did something, but the ways in which you grew in the process.
I found a notebook the other day that had all sorts of goals for 2009 in it. Run 13 miles. Work with Hamell On Trial. Grow a Unicorn horn. Well 2 out of 3 ain’t bad. And the 13 consecutive miles was rewarding for about an hour, or maybe 2 days. What about the hundreds of miles in preparation to do that? By working with Hamell, I was kind of envisioning playing music or touring together. What about the ridiculously deep conversations about everything pertaining to art and music? What the hell is that all about?
I joke and say that my rituals consist of chasing unicorns through the shire. What I’m really after is the calm that comes from knowing that what we see in front of our faces doesn’t begin to cover all that is. That scurrying around to please other people, or a clock is petty nonsense. Time has been bent before in your favor, and you can do it again. Other people should be concerned with their own happiness, not yours. You’re not capable of giving them any happiness anyway. They are going to do their thing, which means it’s your right to be yourself and do your thing.
There has never been this much stuff going on, but it’s kind of getting old thinking about things that way. No shit, because it’s the way it’s supposed to be. If I can honestly handle 10x what I could 10 years ago, that means life is expanding 100% per year. The real job is to make room inside yourself to accommodate the expansion. Trust me, it still kicks my ass. It doesn’t have to be figuring out how to do complex shit to get paid more money, or running when you don’t want to. It can be as simple as just expecting things to be better, expecting yourself to be able to handle things getting better, and loving and appreciate yourself and everyone around you. Why should those things be difficult? Probably because we aren’t taught these things in school, and we go and find jobs that reinforce those incorrect expectations.
Whoa, didn’t mean to get heavy on you. I’m sorry I snapped at you back there. I’ve changed. I’ve made right with The Lord. Jesus? Michael Flatly? Frodo? I’m not telling, but we’re OK now. Anyway…
Alrighty, I’ll let you get on with your respective Mondays. Have fun, and stay classy.
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