The season change is likely influencing me but I feel like there's a shift in the air. My moods are stable as the ocean rolling in a perfect storm. I don't know what it means so I counsel myself to hold on during my meditation today.
Hold on because I don't know what's coming and don't know the source. It's a turbulent ride. Writing gives me an enthusiastic outlook for the future. Cats' health bounce me up and down and wife's health injects me with hope. Work - bleah. Today is like I'm at a fast food window taking orders through a speaker with a bad connection. "You want a what? Can you repeat that, please?"
Politics leave me dissatisfied and disgusted. I'm an impatient soul. DC's dithering and ineptitude is causing fatigue cracks in my optimism.
I don't think it's just me but then my perceptions can be skewed. Perhaps it is the weather. Spring and winter are jousting. Spring wins the late day, showering us with sprinkles, followed by sunshine and warm air but winter steals in at night, breathing frigid air across the valley. So today, at the moment, at work, listening to same old, same old done to a new techno beat, I breathe deep and tell myself, be patient and hold on. Follow normal routines and keep emotions in check. Don't do anything rash.
Just ride the waves, steer the best that you can, and hold on.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com