White out conditions are here. It blew in early. At first nothing then I looked again, white out! Amazing!
Tomorrow marks my seventy first trip around the sun. I wish I had some mind blowing insight into life on planet earth to share. Alas, nothing too interesting comes to mind. Random ideas float by.
I am pretty pleased with myself for a number of accomplishments that really only matter to me. Seriously, no one cares. I’ll list a few anyway. One, I’m thirty two years sober. In case anyone is wondering if I struggle with it, the answer is no. The problem has been removed. It happened pretty early on. For me, twelve steps did the trick. A dear dear old friend that I partied hard with way back in the late seventies early eighties said to me recently that she respects that I did what I had to do for myself but she had so so much fun with me during those days. Relaying the quiet desperation, the gut feeling that something was terribly wrong to another person that isn’t alcoholic is almost impossible. We are mentally and bodily different from one another.
Two, I broke my addiction to social media at some point last year. Phew! What a relief!
Three, I got the WORDLE in two this morning. Four, I went to the Y most mornings for a whole year. Then some drama happened and I skipped a few weeks. I’m back now. Two days in a row.
I’m listening to a new playlist. Florence and the Machine singing, “Everybody Scream” and Joe Bonamasa playing, “Drive” among others.
I’m getting on my mat in a minute. The idea is to stick to a routine. As Martha Graham wrote, I’m paraphrasing here but something like, “to practice in the face of all obstacles invites the perfection desired”. I really struggled this past few weeks at the end of the year and through what we call, “The Holiday Season”. That crushing existential anxiety was upon me. I kept pushing through day by day. I rested and wrote and walked and got on my mat. The days passed, I felt better.
Now Van Morrison is singing, “Into The Mystic”. How long has that song stirred my heart? ♥️ Fifty plus years for sure. I still dance around in my pajamas when it comes on. There are plenty of new players of songs that move me too. “Texas Sun” by, Leon Bridges. Man oh man!! That guy!!
A friend just called to say happy birthday and I told her that I was writing the most boring blog post EVER! Haha! So, as the brilliant Mary Kate O’Flanagan says, “I’ll leave it there” and I’ll add, “ for now”.
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