This is When Things Go Wrong
If you add it all up, it makes sense.
It’s January 8, 2020. I’m just not feeling right.
Let’s see if I can piece it together.
- I’m jetlagged so I’m weirdly tired. It’s not so much as tired as more like groggy or even a hungover feeling.
- I’m out of sync with my normal meditation routine. I had a great session last night with my meditation group (probably the inspiration for writing this post this morning) but with #1 (jetlag) and travel, I’m out of whack.
- I’m not writing–not even creating. I’m back to the domino effect of #1 and #2. My schedule is off-kilter but that’s not the only reason. Family is home, I’m away from home, I don’t have my hideaway locations or times to do what I love doing: creating (and meditating to fill the creative well).
I can stop there. It’s so clear.
- Not meditating
- Not creating
In my world at least, it’s a recipe for disaster.
OK, fine, “disaster” is a slight exaggeration. No one has been murdered (yet!) and I can fix it by:
How hard was that?
Another aspect is being aware of what’s awry and doing something about it or having the patience to get through it and know it will come back to normal.
Speaking of normal…
I don’t want to “come back to normal.”
It might have been jetlag and a deep meditation last night but it was clear to me that, on my deathbed, I don’t want anyone to say:
“He lived a nice, normal, practical, usual, expected life.”
That sounds like a post to me.