In harmony with my mood and the sort of spring weather, I've declared my mantra to be set yourself free today.
I love it.
The weather is vaguely springlike because it's offering blue skies and sunshine. There is no snow and ice down here in the valley. There are leaves growing on trees.
Following nature's lead, my own spirit and moods are up. Sure, sometimes there are gusts that bend me a bit backward or sideways. But I endure the wind, straighten up and keep going. Problems emerge at home, at work -- which you believe on computers, even, computers, my God, which are soooo troublefree and reliable -- even computers are causing issues.
Not for me.
It's my computer's problems.
Actually, it's my wife's computer's problems.
And my work's connectivity issues.
I do what I can do address them but...well, put it into perspective. Life is but a dream.
So no little issues are getting to me, whether it's mindless zombie politics, computers, or work. I've given myself permission.
I set myself free.
Now, the second piece of my mind reacts with cynicism. It won't last. You might have set yourself free but you're like a slave set free in the south before the Civil War, hunted, heading, on the run.
Sure, Cynical You, I replied, there will be some cosmic pushback, but just like that slave who declared themself free, I hold to my dream of freedom from all those little niggling troubles. That dream fuels my strength and determination. I'm going to work, relax, have fun, TCB, write like crazy in a while, maybe have a beer or glass of wine tonight. It depends on my mood.
After all, all those little things are just little things. I'm the gaoler. I hold the keys.
I've unlocked and opened the doors.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com