There’s no magic key or talisman to give you, but I can point. Sort of. Simply put, I feel better than I have in decades. This couldn’t have happened before now, either. (Maddening, but true.)
The other night, for example, I was hanging out with a couple of gentlemen friends, and the conversation turned to politics the way it usually does. My companions were righteously exercised over know-nothings, anti-intellectuals, the rise of Tea Party politics, onrushing fascism, “what went wrong” in the last election, and how the Democrats could come roaring back. I know I surprised them by declaring that this wasn’t my problem, but it isn’t—and I didn’t used to feel that way. All I can tell you (and them) is that I no longer feel the need to correct anyone’s facts or opinions. My wood stove fights the cold 24/7 and does it by burning as hot as it can, right where it is. It doesn’t network with other wood stoves or hit the road in search of snowdrifts to melt. It never starts an argument or disses other heaters…
Another clue: I’ve been working hard on the new ebook version of Buffalo Lights. What’s new in the revised edition are the photos, so this will be much better than the original. It’s quite an undertaking, and I’m proud of the results so far. Oddly or not but definitely related is that for at least a week, I haven’t thought once about money…
Nope, not once. I haven’t thought I wanted more or didn’t have enough. I haven’t worried about marketing. I haven’t checked my Amazon account every ten minutes to see what’s selling. It’s not as if I don’t care, it just hasn’t come up. Hmm. I’m not worried about losing weight, either. I seem to know that whatever I want to eat is fine, because my body won’t betray me. (Only my mind can do that.) Remember though, I can always go back, and next week could be hell!
Awesomely weird, and I embrace it all.