Twins

I've been getting a fair bit of difficult behaviour from some of the people local to me recently. Being stone cold sober, meditating daily, and having had sufficient in the way of mortality reminders, domestic and work dramas to cope with over the last 18 months to knock out a fair bit of self-aggrandisement and its evil twin self-pity, has helped me cope with this a lot.

I kind of feel I am now more-or-less the right size, not too big, not too small, for the various tasks which fate has allotted me, and I observe a significant lack of desperation in the quality of my reactions to crises. It's rather nice to realise that change is not an abstract concept, it's a real phenomenon working every day in my life. What is the word, forebearance? Old fashioned patience? Faith in a higher power? Hey hum, whatever it is, I seem to have it right now, and that's a very good thing. Roll with the changes, bend like a blade of grass in the wind.

Still, it would be inhuman of me not to feel the stress, and I got to feeling a bit crazy by yesterday mid-afternoon. So, I turned to my regular therapies. I started looking for music yesterday about 5pm and by 9pm I'd mixed a one and three quarter hour funky music podcast which made me feel much better.