Expectations, both ridiculous in that I rely on them – and miraculous driver keeping me going every day. They are where most problems are rooted, but without them I’d never learn to problem-solve. They are part of my joy in life because without them, hopes would be without foundation and without anything to count on, take for granted or expect of routine – I would be anxiety filled and cowardly far too much far too often.
What keeps me young?
And wrestling them when they prove false.
What else is there that to get me morning to night, to morning again?
written / published from Calgary, AB
morning walk: 7C/44F, a few clouds, a moon sliver watching (expecting) over a sunrise, calm and moist – Gusta going slow, sniffing everything I can, I’m going fast, breathing deep, gobbling every breath as if it was hearty breakfast
I find my age very curious these days, a combination of your advanced years (OK so let’s call it about 8) and those younger by the same amount. I really like that I was born when I was – Beatles, the Space Race, Ed Sullivan, Mods, Hippies, Country Rock, Muscle Cars, Oil Embargos, Disco – no, forget that one, Punk, Glam-Rock, Rebirth of Metal, Grunge and all the applicable fashions they inspired, Cold war, fall of Communism, etc. It’s curious to have been around for all of that original stuff, only to see it rise again and circle around, musically and trend-wise (not so much from the political side). The fact that it does, leads me to smile and hope that these are reflections on more positive times (musically and trend-wise) than a lot of the negatives we deal with today – Radicalism, Crystal Meth, breakdowns of families (yet, redefined to a new definitions today), global warming… I see the hope and promise with every little kid with their parents or playing with their friends – regardless of where they are in the world. All is not lost – just changing much faster than previously without the necessary care and attention perhaps, to the downstream effects of that change, RA, Calgary, AB