Moving right along…
A while back I realized that I had come to the useful end of life as I had lived it. Nothing that had ever “worked” in the past was going to do me any good from that point forward. I was, in a word, stumped, although realizing I hadn’t a clue how to behave actually took a lot of the pressure off. Then three weeks later, this turned into The Summer My Sister Got Cancer—talk about not knowing what to do—and life herded me through the cosmic dip tank for a treat. Who knows, maybe a few ticks fell off.
Take my lifelong obsession with fixing people, for example (me, you, them, the world). The curmudgeon is just a wounded idealist, I think, encased in guilt. But whether a symptom of moral degradation or a perk of aging, today I finally felt, at least a little bit, that all I had to do was watch and be amazed—all I could do, really.
To the extent this holds, we have a different kind of journey.
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“WHEW”!?! ………… Good one…………
Doin’ what I can here, thanks!