The concept of “good day” has changed for me. It’s morphed. Morphing.
These daze, a “good” day is when I get the dishes done before I go to bed … thereby increasing the likelihood that the next day will at least begin on a positive note.
Maybe seeing only one centipede (at a time).
None at all would be even better, of course! … but I apparently live on the Centipede Highway from (or to?) Hell – & have been known to spot MORE THAN ONE (yes, I’m shouting!!) of the #UglyCritters skittering around the bathtub at one time.
For the love of God.
(but then too, I HAVE learned how to deal with centipedes (you can read up on that here. Though I failed to include there, I now see, the bathtub-dealing method. Which is likely obvious enough not to need any further elaboration, hmmmm? & for the record, even when I keep the plug in, as a means of keeping them from crawling up into the tub, these bloody critters arrive by some other method; some other Centipede Highway. I don’t know where they come from, but they sure seem to like me a lot! Ugh.)
Life is becoming increasingly challenging in what feels increasingly like The End Days.
Details not too important, hmmm? I expect we all feel it.
(Unless we are numb, of course. I suppose many of us are numb.
&/or living in The Land of the Very Deluded.)
Both the heavy breath of extinction blowing right on our necks
& the increasing challenging-ness (if you will) of these latter days of human civilization (as we so quaintly call it) on Planet Earth.
Once upon a time, I used to be a pretty perky Pollyanna person
(Whoa! PPPP; that was me!)
Not so much lately.
I repeat: details not important. I’m sure everyone has a sense of what I mean.
My 2 new top mantras?
(& believe me, this is a constant struggle & discipline. It truly is. It takes effort.)
Bloom where you’re planted.
Both of which can be interpreted pretty broadly.
With different meanings or resonances, depending upon one’s personal circumstances.
It’s about the best I can offer up right now (the Collections posting has a selection of mantras from other, past times, if …… well, if one is inclined to dig into all that old stuff. It also contains a collection of postings about grief, which is a not-irrelevant emotion at this time).
Your friendly local loud revolutionary (sort of)
p.s. of course, the old Kurt Vonnegut advice to observe, as often as humanly possible, “If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is!” also still applies. (another old posting…)
p.p.s. I suppose the advice of near-term extinction dude, Guy McPherson, to ‘Keep Flossing’ also still applies.
Couple semi-relevant quotes that spring to mind…
“He was glad to be out of the wind, though, and eventually the claustrophobia passed and instead with the stars and the water’s constant roar came a sense that everyone on earth was irrelevant, that if the world were emptied of people tomorrow they would not be missed at all, not by bird nor beast, or God up in heaven or the devil down in hell. It took a bit of getting used to, but he was surprised how comforting it was to feel that this was so.” – thoughts of the character George in the novel A Shout in the Ruins, by Kevin Powers
“We are grateful for you,” she said. She meant her words of gratitude toward the man standing in the rain, but she also meant that very often the world is cruel, as he must know, and decorating the world does not disguise its cruelty; it simply digs its foundations deeper.” – a character in the novel A Shout in the Ruins, by Kevin Powers
“In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth becomes a revolutionary act.” – George Orwell
“The most revolutionary thing one can do is always to proclaim loudly what is happening.” – Rosa Luxemburg
** lots of great quotations about truth here