Thursday, April 21, 2011
There are times when I chuck the ol' Carpe Diem into the bin as a load of just so much claptrap. At these junctures, where one path seems as poor as another, I grab a task, something to keep my worries at bay. Some people eat, others knit, runners run, drinkers drink, some blog or podcast and others participate in all sorts of TMI activities that burden perfect strangers and loosely connected acquaintances with irrelevant nonsense. I read and write — solitary, thoughtful and outside of myself — the perfect pastimes to lead from wallowing in defeat to wonder of the ways of people. I often leave this sort of work sated and full of profound intention to change. And, I do ... change, that is. Always for the better, I believe, always for the better.