It’s been a very busy day, and I must admit I’m sort of thriving on it. I have started getting up earlier, getting in here and getting on. Maybe I’m just making the most of having the office for me for the last few days before it becomes a temporary home to O. A temporary home gladly given. Having most of my energy back after C19 feels like a fresh awakening, and I was really positive about all this when I had therapy this afternoon. Living with intent isn’t as exhausting as it seems when you’re confronted with the idea of having to make conscious efforts to shape the parts of life within your control. I suppose some would argue that there aren’t any parts of our lives we are in control of, but I would disagree with that (and I’m not getting into a philosophical argument I would probably lose, about pre-destination and all that; my bottom line is and always will be that we have free will).
Political shenanigans rumble on – the right are using increasingly personal attacks on those left of centre, which plainly shows the right have run out of ideas and arguments to justify their bigotry. It’s always been like this. It’s just a shame that much of the population is too tired, too worn down, too busy to keep their heads above water, to understand they’re being taken for a ride. And for those that aren’t but still support the party of racism and deceit in power, well, sorry, but you’re bigots, too, and you should be ashamed of yourselves.
The last couple of days, I’ve had Rush by Nola Wren on repeat whilst writing this. If you’re not aware, Nola wrote a song specially for my New York launch of Dead Men in 2012, and performed it live at that launch. She’s a fabulous singer/songwriter, and I’m very fortunate to know her. And I love Rush – great lyrics, simple instrumentation, moving. And I added it to my Aggie playlist as well.
Right, need to put a #NewMusicFriday show together for tomorrow on Radio Stradbroke (probably half way there), and write the next chapter (and think about drawing all the threads together with less than 60 days remaining now. I do like being busy.
AGGIE’S ART OF HAPPINESS – CHAPTER 239