It's been 8 years since 9/11. A little over 4 since Katrina. And, gosh, how many years, or months, or weeks, or days, can we say since THE RECESSION began? No wonder, that feeling unsettled has become my modus operandi.
Of course, we know it's important to be present and to live in the moment. We're told that all the time by many who are sagacious on paper. People who never really needed reason to be counseled about fixating on the moment at hand. But when the timeline of your life really is a roller coaster, it's not so romantic a notion.
I love my treehouse in the semi-woods. And, I love my Sarah Crewe garret in Wisconsin. And, I don't mind working hard to hang onto both of these places. But, I do mind working at my main job in an atmosphere in which I really don't know, from day to day, what will happen in terms of staff, much less raises, bonuses and such. There's a pall, like a heavy duty nun's umbrella that casts a shadow so vast that sometimes I have to stretch very hard to see the sun.
The truth is, I wouldn't mind these days being a little bored. To have a routine that is fixed and stable long enough for me to exhale for a minute or two. And I wish that for those of my friends whom I know to be going through similar breath-holding.
It's not easy to be optimally creative when what's just outside the proverbial cave is potentially ominous.
So, tonight I won't write of the traveling I've done, the people I've reconnected with, or the various irons in the fire that I've got going on these days. Instead, on this anniversary of an event that took more than a little of our collective innocence away, I'll just sip a glass of red wine, take a hot bath, and pray for a tomorrow for all of us that contains just a little more joy and a little less stress.
Good night.
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