I have been advised that living in the moment is highly recommended. It's a lifestyle that really works when I give it a shot. In the last couple of weeks I've had to deal with a lot of major changes and decisions, and I'd be lying -- which I do normally do often and with relish and skill -- if I didn't admit that it has been easy to go flying off into the future trying to force an outcome that I think is in my best interest but usually isn't because what I'm trying to get is More Money! More Power!! More Sex!!! delivered to my room on a silver platter, or at least in a pizza box.
It's like I'm climbing a steep hill. I'm looking for handholds and ledges and slowly making my way up. Sometimes I have to go sideways and sometimes I hit a dead end and have to go back down a bit and find a better path. Unfortunately, the problem with this analogy is that I'm afraid of heights and I'm getting a little nauseous even thinking about climbing a steep hill.
Maybe it's more like getting in a canoe and going downstream on an unfamiliar river, not sure if there are rapids ahead or calm pools or fricking waterfalls, for god's sake. Unfortunately, there's no way I'm getting in a canoe and going down a river. I'm not even going to get in a canoe sitting in a store somewhere. The last time I got in a canoe I was drunk and I fell in the lake.
Really, it's more like watching a good movie about international espionage and intrigue, where the plot takes twists and turns and you have to unravel the mystery as the story unfolds. Except I can never figure out what the hell's going on. I can't follow the simplest of plots let alone something that's twisting and turning. I'm daydreaming, then leaning over and whispering: "Why did he do that? I thought he was one of the good guys. He's one of the bad guys? He's the head bad guy??"
"Would you be quiet," SuperK hisses.
Anyway, things are working out.
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