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It’s been cold lately, bone chilling cold. Winter days feel so constricting to me, do they to you? They seem to slow things down, make you turn inward, think a lot, take stock.
The other night when the moon was fat and full, I couldn’t sleep, so I lie awake wrestling with thoughts and questions:
Am I going to be able to pay my bills?
Can I stay healthy?
What if it all comes crashing down?
Do I have a plan B?
Am I happy?
See, I hate that. I think happiness is forgetting that you’re not really happy, so I don’t want to waste time considering whether I am or not. To me, the secret of life is cultivating an ignorant bliss. You learn to acknowledge whatever happens to you – briefly – but you don’t own it. You grok it, then cover it with sand as quick as you can and pull yourself right back into the present instant – the wonderment of right now.
Only, I feel like I’m a quart low on wonderment right now.
Then, on the other side of things – if happiness is just a state and you try not to consciously own it, how can you appreciate and enjoy it?
I’ve always loved that Colette quote “What a wonderful life I’ve had! I only wish I had realized it sooner.”
So which is it? What’s it going to be? Do I think about it or not?
Winter days always kill me. I just have to wait them out.
Out Of The Cool