It’s Been a Few Days

If you are like me, you have had a lot of time recently to self-reflect. In the Musings tab is a new essay titled Grateful. It was not only cathartic for me to write, but it has been cathartic for me to read, more than once. What originally began as a Post, the essay Grateful kept getting longer and needed its own residence. Be grateful today.

I Wonder

It was only a short time ago that our daily lives were routine. We dealt with the typical daily ‘monkey-wrenches’ that always occurred. We knew certain circumstances would most likely transpire throughout the day, yet there was always more that we didn’t expect and would need to provide solutions for.

With the current state of COVID-19 and the valid health concerns across the globe, I am questioning much of what we have always taken for granted…

I wonder what will become of social/human interaction.

I wonder about the future of paper and coins for world currency.

I wonder about the future of education.

I wonder about the future of small business.

I wonder about the inevitable shift of large business.

I wonder about the future of public gatherings.

I wonder about the future of restaurants and fast food chains.

I wonder about the worlds population. Will our current state of being increase or create a downward trend in global population?

I wonder what all this means for handling of processed foods, farm-grown foods.

These points occupy some of my day and the ‘list’ is certainly not complete.

I Am an Optimist

I just published an essay under the Musings tab titled Change. I’ve wanted to write it for many days, but because there has been so much in the news lately, it became difficult for me to keep up with any one particular thought or message. I have not yet proof-read the essay, I just published it as is, for now. I just needed to get it out.

I am an eternal optimist. Everything will always be ok. Times may be difficult or challenging, but they always settle, eventually. Perhaps it is really our perception of ‘normal’ and personal acceptance of ‘what is’ that really changes. I am, like everyone else, distraught and concerned, but I am still optimistic.

Late?

I awoke late today. Thinking that perhaps only minutes went by after my alarm signaled, I looked at the time on my watch which is something I never do. Instead of minutes having passed, I saw that 2 hours had slipped by me and I didn’t even realize it. I was 2 hours late.

Two hours late sounds bad, probably really bad as ‘late’ is late. What was I going to do now with ‘only’ three hours ahead of me before I needed to leave for school? Instead of my usual 5-6 pre-school hours, I had nearly half the time. Disappointed? Somewhat, but after once again coming to grips with my mortal state of being, I accepted my wake-up error.

If I had woken up to my usual time of 2:00am, I would have had time to play the piano, do some reading, do some writing, and exercise afterwards. Who is driving this demanding train of activities?..Me.

There comes a time when one must relinquish control to the physiological abilities and limitations of oneself. This can occur often and any given time, or in periodic spurts. At least I can still manage its’ frequency, for now.

Expectations are high for myself, and for those around me. I believe we should all have high expectations, or at least lofty goals to work toward. With that level of loftiness however, and through the humbling passage of time, I realize that none of this is emotionally healthy or physically sustainable without grace.

Grace, something we need to be reminded of constantly. At least I need to be reminded of it. Receiving necessary hours of sleep shouldn’t be something that we become frustrated by when our bodies tell us that we need more, for whatever reason. I needed the additional sleep and I knew it when I closed my eyes the previous night. But I wanted to ‘power through it’ and wake at my usual time.

I may have wanted to cut my body’s restoration period short, just so that I could get my typical daily routine started. But today offered me a necessary change in my schedule, one that required a level of personal acceptance and relinquishment of control. So therefore my wake-up time is actually ok, or at least should be ok, today.

No, I didn’t get to play piano for two hours, and no my morning routine was somewhat modified. But my perspective on the day depends on me. Therefore I need to ask myself…did I really wake-up late?

You Know it When it Happens

Under the Musings tab is a just-published essay on Flow, the comfortable feeling we get when things are proceeding just as planned. When any execution of a specific task works as desired or expected. No, Flow doesn’t always work out ‘as designed’, so what do we learn when this happens? Something to definitely think about…

Report Cards

Creating Report Cards are never fun. There is ZERO time during any school day to work on Report Cards, let alone grade student work. This of course means that a teacher must ‘find’ time to work on them on their personal time. Oh well, it is what it is. Fortunately, I have the freedom to take a break 🙂 Today, I walked outside to soak up another incredible display of clouds in the sky. Check out today’s and other past cloud formations found in the Sky tab. And then GO OUTSIDE and take a look for yourself, wherever you may be.

A Part of Us

I just published a new essay in the Dreams tab titled Apollo and Athena. The essay took me a couple weeks to write because it was so convoluted and included many details. Everyone has dreams but some of us remember our dreams more than others. Dreams are not a detached story separate from our lives, they provide a manner in which our brains work, and attempt to reconcile whatever is going on in our conscious state. They have to be. I’m not a doctor, and I don’t play one on T.V. so my opinion on dreams are my own…well, other’s too really.

The dream Apollo and Athena was, in its conclusion, very heavy-hearted for me to write. It was also immensely cathartic as well. My Intensities keep me closely bound to vivid imagination and moving emotion. Dreams are a part of us.