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Less the 3 that haven’t worked so well lately
The last time I checked, and this was purely routine maintenance, I was still an average person. With average likes and dislikes. Average opinions (mostly) and an average amount of desire to be happy, be successful, be something slightly better than I was yesterday. The checklist was short but most boxes were ticked, so I thought this was all well and good.
Then I started thinking more about it. I know, I shouldn’t have, but I couldn’t help myself. I had the time, it was early in the day, so the dopamine levels were still running pretty high and … well, it just happened. I started thinking about Life and what it meant and what role I actually had in it.
At first, nothing materialized. I was staring at a picture on my study wall at the time, an old French poster of a man leaping out of a cup of coffee (don’t ask) and I waited. I thought the usual random images might start appearing in my mind, like in a dream, and I would slowly start to piece together the narrative. A story unfolding that explained why I was happy or sad, interested or having trouble staying awake. Feelings that I have most every day. But nothing was coming.
So, I went outside, took a few deep breaths and watched the leaves shimmering in the wind. Listened to the squirrel in our…
