So I've a week to start again, or I've started anyway.
It was depressing, and it wasn't the weather, and maybe it's because I've been playing the same song over and over, and wondering why it grabs me when I can't really relate to any of it. Maybe it's the lost path, the loss of the path for too long, or the wrong path. But then how do or would we judge such a thing? Maybe it's the perfect path because it couldn't have been any other way. At least that's what I keep telling Ilan. (Dylan's Tangled up in Blue if you wanted to know).
So I started the week by being late to pick up mom and Dahlia from the airport. They seem to have had a grand time in Aruba, where they don't seem to have taken any particular Covid precautions, but everyone there had to be tested to be there.
But we couldn't do a family birthday breakfast for Dahlia today because Alex is technically in quarantine as his coach tested positive. So Dahlia, mom and I breakfasted together on the bagels I'd gotten at Rabbi Shemtov's first event for his birthday. We were looking for fifty people to don t'fillin in honor of. We had about thirty for the minyan.
And then we went to Costco, and I on to Lowe's and my office from there.
I'd wanted to recut my videos, but instead polished another set of shelves and put books on them to make a pretty back drop. The empty shelves just didn't look lawyerly.
Then I sorted some stuff away, and paid a bill, and decided it was enough and I wanted to get home to my mom, which I did. I beat her at two games of Canasta. And we ate too much, and then watched some TV and then decided to go to bed, like an hour and a half ago.
And one of my old virtual assistants (VA) reached out looking for work. I figured she could transcribe my videos so I could more easily recut them, but then I went back and started looking for what I'd written already, but I guess it's not on computer.
I did delete a few thousand files from my computer looking. Simplicity is usually better, less clutter also, but it was an unnecessary diversion, as was the video I watched looking for my videos so I could point the VA to them.
I did get to my videos eventually, and instructions are out if the VA is interested.
And now I'm tired and off to start my week, by sleeping.
Good night. Good week. Godspeed as they say, which I guess I intend as a blessing to start your amazing journey.
Which I'd be tickled if you—Manu especially—would share with me.
A thought on Journeys
I went to post, and realized I'd forgotten a thought I wanted to share.
There's a part of me that wonders about Dr. Mark and if his cancer might not have been a side-effect a thwarted intention. He'd wanted to get out of this area for years. When he didn't do something to make it so, I'm wondering if the universe stepped in. And maybe it was all just talk, but maybe that kind of talk has consequences.
So I'm wondering about the health effects of not living your truth, which leads me to the next blessing, which is that you should always live your truth so that this never becomes a question for you.
And that's it for tonight. Have a great day.
And we journey on, held back only by our fear. The fear of becoming something else than ourselves.
Have a nice and productive week.