Life, neither leisure or work, original canvas each of us paints every day.
Every hang-nail, stubbed toe and scrape.
Every near miss, near failure, near success – as if designed by us.
Whether we did each thing deliberately, reactively, creatively, theatrically – or running scared from monsters real or imagined – everything that happens to us or around us.
If we grew up surrounded by books, warm smiles and appetizing meals – that shows.
If we grew in absence of something essential, that shows too. We spend lifetimes trying to fill that void, to avoid history repeating itself but still, history seems to repeat.
I’m not grinding existential angst – to cut through junk and waste, more hurry, less haste, more effectively, more effect.
More affect. More value, more worth. More time, some mirth …
We are who we are – individual masterpieces.
Masterworks. Perfect babies, gotten older, but did not lose any of our perfection.
The world isn’t responsible to polish our apple, is it?
We all own our work.
We own our responsibility, and credit, for everything we do.
Best we don’t pick our nose in public or forget to feed our pets. Best we put our best foot forward and dress the part – we might just meet the most significant person we’ll ever meet who will change our lives forever …
Be prepared for anything. For everything.
You are about to have a whole day of your life – on display, on purpose.
Might as well be on time. On target. On budget.
Everything is and will be as we have determined it should.
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 14C/57F, light overcast and rain predicted; Gusta and I walked very early before my Tuesday morning newsletter publishing chores – and could not have been happier or more relaxed as early train cars rolled by, empty, while everyone slept.