It's Friday and I'm off work. Can I get a hell yeah?
Let me start by listing the good things. (a) I'm not working and that's awesome, (b) I've got my plane ticket to Japan in my hands and that's very awesome, (c) My "There's No Place Like 127.0.0.1" babydoll t-shirt from ThinkGeek arrived today (no I will not be buying the HTTPanties), and (d) I had a really good calligraphy session last night - the kind I haven't had in a long time. I was so absorbed in each stroke and each movement that it was like deep meditation. Good for my bruised spirit.
Had a very good moment this week when someone was able to get me to slow down and just notice the world around me for a very tranquil 20 minutes or so. My whole body relaxed from the inside out over time and I felt better in body and spirit. The same calm, warm feeling washed over me last night as I was practicing calligraphy. I felt pleasure in applying light pressure to the brush to bring out some nuances and curves in a stroke, joy in assembling a compact and well-formed character as well. Now I'm about to take my journal to the local coffee shop and just write about whatever. I know the same feeling will arise again. Like I said the other day, as I write I remember and take stock of the big picture. Then I realize that things are in fact not so bad and the sky is not falling. What needs to be worked on (job, cough cough) becomes clearer and easier to solve, less fraught with emotion.
Of course feelings of panic and desperation are likely to come back at oh, about 7:10. Yes, that would be right on schedule. That's when the Red Sox play again. I hope they're not on what Dad heard called their "annual late-season march to nowhere."
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