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Where are the fuckin chips?!

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Thank you again for affirming the humanity we all face. I have called these my "do-over" moments. Now I can see them in anew light and with a smile. Thank you !!

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I don’t know what my chips are saying except to have some more and find calm in the ritual. I’ve been struggling to find a place of “floating” as you mentioned. I don’t think I’ve been drowning, but I also don’t think I realized how closely I was to that point. I always thought of myself as managing better than that. You’ve got a few years on me (and at a more intense level)… at what point does it become easier to just say “fuck it- que sera que sera” happen? I feel like I’m getting there, but am I just fooling myself some more?

That reminds me, am I fooling myself into thinking Styx were a better band than I always thought. I mean, they’re kind of awesome and kind of terrible. Is the floating you’re referencing in the River Styx?

https://youtu.be/AtzIWPeun7c?si=QEilT-qnuI9sCJhN

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I love this, Adam: "We aren’t measured by our fuck ups; we’re measured by our ability to be mindful when we miss an opportunity to live in a way we wanted." I used to tell my kids (now grown) --It's not about the mistakes you make, it's about how you recover from them. I also love this: "Someone in their fullness always lifts a room" and in general, I fully believe that. At this very moment, however, as I reach out to local friends to see if anyone has a bundle of sage I can have to burn in my house after a week-long visit from two oppressively self-centered guests, I'm struck by how certain people, in their fullness, can squeeze the life from a room. Food for thought, perhaps, for another blog (yours or mine).

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