I made it I guess.

...all those times when I wished I could just get through ______ blah blah...(whatever it was). I remember having that thought so often, "If I can just get through this next...few days...few weeks...months. Whatever the particular stressful time span or stressful thing was: the obstacle, the trouble, the deadline, the upcoming scary event, the whatever.

I guess I got through. I'm sitting here typing about it. I'm not dead or dying. I'm not jobless or homeless. I guess I'm okay.

I don't even remember very well what any of those things were that I hoped I would get through. They are sooooo past.

Maybe I didn't get through. Maybe the damage was done. Maybe if I had gotten through whatever it was with a little more success, I'd have a 'better existence' right now. Who knows?

Proof that I'm Not Crazy (almost)

I used to hear bagpipe music at lunch time somewhere in the neighborhood around work. This is the kind of thing that could make somebody wonder whether they're going crazy. I don't really care whether I'm crazy or not. But, when I finally actually saw this person playing bagpipes, it kind of solidified my sense of reality. And it's pretty cool other than that too. Too bad I didn't get a closer shot. She really is there, playing the bagpipe, I swear!

Come Back to this Root Question ~ Mooji

Spacious

You name it, I got room for it. I'm saying yes because saying no sucks. Too many tunes to mention. Too much tech to document. Too many cravings to ignore constantly all the time always except for the rare times I succumb. This dumb blog sittin out here. It won't quit. It's all mouse clicks and gear shifts; stop recording and press send submit and execute - and guess who cares: nobody, least of all me. The song names in that playlist once again are:

Laughing at the Goofballs and then They Get Serious

Feathery ForceField

Scary News from Back Home

Sanity Vice Grip in the Looney Bin Metal Shop

Exactly the Right Amount of Sleep

Shunryu Suzuki Roshi