Anecdote; Yesterday I went to get some people some coffee and someone said I was “doing the Lord’s work.” Also I got to recite to myself all the poetry I had to memorize while one kid was taking his Algebra Regents exam. It didn’t snow “enough,” I didn’t honestly need today off, but I’m not giving it back.
Kids in my neighborhood are making snow angels today. I’m trying not to psyche myself out about USING THIS TIME FOR SOMETHING WONDERFUL, LIKE PERHAPS YOU SHOULD BE SENDING WORK OUT.
Be aware, there are no snow days in summer.
Deep spiritual thought:
I took two books from the classroom where I was giving the test, because I am a kleptomaniac, I guess. What if I had been stuck at home with only the 200 books we have in the apartment? One of the books was What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, by Haruki Murakami. I knew nothing about it, but it was nonfiction, and I was without fast nonfiction. Pun intended.
When I’m criticized unjustly (from my viewpoint at least), or when someone I’m sure will understand me doesn’t, I go running for a little longer than usual. By running it’s like I can physically exhaust that portion of my discontent. it also makes me realize again how weak I am, how limited my abilities are…. If I’m angry, I direct that anger toward myself. If I have a frustrating experience, I use that to improve myself. That’s the way I’ve always lived. I quietly absorb the things I’m able to, releasing them later, and in as changed a form as possible, as part of the story line of a novel.
Finally, from my hero…