Everything Is Always Changing

Kick: Pleasurable excitement; thrill.

I get a big kick out of life most of the time. Sometimes it's a kick in the teeth. Sometimes it's a kick in the ass. Most of the time it's a kick like a charge, a stimulating or intoxicating thrill. A lot of the time I'm just laughing at the irony of the whole glorious mess.

I think a lot about the story of the farmer with a horse. I won't bore you with the details because I've probably already written about this guy. Truthfully, I can't remember and I'm too lazy to go back through and reread my back posts. Suffice it to say that some stuff happens that, at first glance, appears to be bad and some stuff happens that would seem to be fortuitous. Our stolid farmer maintains each and every time that all he knows is that something happened. And, of course, the good stuff blows up in his face and the bad stuff is a sheep in wolf's clothing.

I don't have any idea what's going on anymore. I like the idea of getting up each day and moving forward. In my heart of hearts, I prefer either hiding under the covers or racing off at maximum velocity. Today I realize that I have to get up and move, but with some care and caution. I can't sit immobile but I should try to avoid immovable obstacles (concrete, brick, rock, cement, stucco, or stone) and anything that is whirring, churning, splitting, ripping, or crushing. Burning is bad, too. Vaporizing doesn't seem like a good thing, either.

Recently the news at work hasn't been good. This news has come in two big waves. I let loose the famous B-Man temper in the midst of wave one. I had to make some amends and rebuild some bridges, which I dearly hate doing. In round two, at least I kept my mouth shut although what I was thinking was not printable. No amends and fully functional bridges. I find that when I imagine that things are going to get really bad I spend some time living in the worst case scenario. For a privileged guy like me, this usually isn't all that bad. I come to grips with it, in my mind. I imagine what it would be like to live in this brave new world. It all becomes OK.

This is why I never give advice.