Friday, October 18, 2019
Where was I? Oh, yea. . . just bumping around. Soon, though, I will find my footing. I thought about options yesterday, things of which I am capable. Of which I hope I'm capable, anyway.
Or I can just enjoy myself and do nothing. That's an option, too. It is the one I chose yesterday, and it seemed a good one.
I went to the photo store yesterday to pick up some printing paper. It is fun because staff all know me and think I might be good at something. They treat me so, anyway. I've been asked to teach photography at an art school which should keep my status up for a bit. If I decide to do it.
It is so easy to do nothing.
I call it doing nothing, but I am doing "some things." I have been trying to let go of my anger. I started with driving in traffic and have moved to losing my anger in crowds. It is more that I am trying to exert more control over my internal environment and not let the outer world decide how I feel. I am getting back to my old Zen practices. I have fallen a looooonnnnnngg way from them, so it is a good long journey back. The world has changed much in the past years, and I have let myself change with it. Of course. It is necessary. But I am looking toward more gentle ways.
Besides. . . what choice do I have? The world is a mad and violent place. I don't want to be part of the loonies.
My college roommate wrote me today asking, "Whatever happened to the 60s? Don't see much of it among so-called Boomers. They were more likely to vote Trump."
Well, I said, first of all, most of them didn't like tofu. Then Nixon killed a bunch of protesters the rest of them ran to the discos and did cocaine. I do know what happened, but I can't tell him. I don't want to argue. I sent him this article (link) and told him they were after him now.