You can blame Facebook for reminding me we passed the seven year anniversary of a few moments including the unexpected return to Los Angeles and the promise to make like MacArthur and come back again.
Cue the music, play the mental memories and think about how you have to do some things again for a host of reasons that don’t include posterity or science but do include destiny.
Or some kind of craziness like that.
My shortest sister would see the expression on my face now and accuse me of being up to no good and I would shake my head and say I am up to very good, maybe great.
Guy in a Youtube video is talking about wrapping his fingers in a woman’s long black hair, at least I am assuming it is a woman because I am not watching it.
It is supposed to be playing music to inspire my writing.
Maybe what I really need is find a quiet place, far from the human race…out in the country.
Had a conversation with a colleague about career goals and realized if I am lucky enough to have things go as I hope I probably have three or four positions left in my career.
It is kind of exciting and kind of sobering.
Am I really that old?
I am not ready to retire, even if I had the financial wherewithal to do it now I don’t know what I would do with myself.
Given the choice I’d like to have the cash to be working now because I want to and not because I have to, but you can’t always get what you want, when you want it.
But you can work towards it and sometimes get it or something equivalent.
Anyhoo, there are no immediate changes yet but I am working on a few things, planning for the future because I don’t have 10 or 20 years to find myself and figure it out.
I have to take what is going on now and adapt or adjust and I am ok with that.
The benefit of having been through hell is if you survive it makes some things far easier.
Only Two Miles
Had to adjust my treadmill workout to only two miles but did do with purpose and intention.
The idea is to focus on being able to go harder so that down the road I can go longer. If it works as I want it to longer and harder will be a continual focus until I reach a place where I am satisfied I am getting what I want out of it.
It is one of the adjustments I have had to make because of age and the miles on this body of mine.I did so begrudgingly but understood life forces you to change things.
Those changes past and present are why I am less worried than some friends about the outcome of the election.
Doesn’t mean I have come to believe this wannabe mobster is better because if anything I think less of him but I will figure things out as I always have.
And given his recent behavior it is clear to me he is beginning to panic and that makes me smile. I’d look him in the eye and give him my best glare followed by a “we own you and if we need to break you to make you recognize it so be it.”
What I am seeing is real pushback and a reset of the checks and balances, not sure if it is going to be at the level we need it to be at, but it might happen.
The voters are coming out in droves and if those who help enforce the laws and the aforementioned checks/balances do as they should we’ll have hope no matter what.
Should I be wrong I’ll be prepared to make some hard choices and adjustments but it is too soon to worry about now.
Today I am focused on what I can control and nothing else.
Besides when I look at the world it is very clear I have reason to be grateful. So far we are healthy and I am in the best position I have been in a decade.
The current administrations failure to properly manage the pandemic has already led to economic ruin for many and I fear it will get much worse for many.
When we look back at this time we’ll see the divisions among people not just politically but economically. Though we have been told to stay home and avoid public excursions quite a few have been forced to serve as our personal shoppers.
While we stay ensconced in our homes trying to to protect ourselves they are out there, running our errands and risking their lives and those they care about to make a buck.
It is an uncomfortable truth.