Hi-ho and hello.
Mondays, gotta love em, gotta hate em.
I try to take each day as it is. Today though, I had everything prepped, the speakers were all charged, I had a set list of things I had wanted to tackle together, that is, with my daughter.
Again this week is my venturing into discovery for and with ‘good or at least decent personal and intimate relationships, like my marriage, my family, and friends’.
I wanted to have a fun time cleaning with my daughter who had recently graduated and had been staying with us to wrap up the school routine and graduation ceremonies, like calls for band time, awards ceremonies, busy busy.
Sadly though, as I lament, she’d forgotten and then was called in for a band ceremony…that wasn’t for another six, maybe seven hours.
I found myself cleaning alone, which didn’t leave me angry, just…let down, I guess.
The thing is I had planned on having you know a congenial and authentic conversation about belief and spirituality, you know, the thoughts that circle around theories, ideas and life, the morals and ethical grounds.
I genuinely wanted to have a good conversation while we cleaned. And the fact that that wasn’t able to be achieved was more than a let down than I had assumed or presumed would have happened.
But that’s something else I’ve found, the times have changed, dramatically so, there has definitely seemed to be a rift that knocks off the “give a f***” type of attitude. That I think is the saddest prospect of what I’m saying, there is very little care about our actions affecting anybody else other than us, even I as a writer know that whatever I’m writing here can destroy or aid to those who read this. And I need to take accountability for that making sure my words at least have a direction and intention, like a promise.
That’s life though, right? Sometimes you hope and the hopes give to a delight, other times you hope and nothing is brought to the table, to play is empty and stays empty. I guess the difference in being an adult is finding yourself unmoved, unaffected, and resolute still. So we’ll see how day three will be of my Carl Jungs – Pillar Two experiment.
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning and good night. To all of you, I thank you, I appreciate you, I love the support, and thank you for coming time and again to see what my crazy ass is up to. Thank you.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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