The exercise was simple – take a few minutes to write down hopes and fears on post-it notes, one per post-it.
At the end of it, I had written on six post-its. And only one was a hope. Looks like the “fear encrusted neurons” are still at it.
Speaking of writing things down, maybe this is one of the reasons writing down things you’re grateful for is supposed to be a good exercise. Maybe it is supposed to help orient your mind toward hopeful things and away from ruminating on the dark.
Maybe if I do more of that, it will make it easier to say “Fuck it. Eat Pizza.”
“The greatest regret I have is that, early in my career, I showed myself such cruelty for not having accomplished anything significant.”
Matthew Weiner, creator of Mad Men ( link )
It’s how I once felt about London; still feel about it when I get past the Thatcherization, the wannabe-American ‘build-a-minimall fill-it-with-chain-stores’ ethic that has wrecked so many of the city’s hamlets and high streets.’
Finding North, George Michelsen Foy
It make me frustrated too to travel thousands of miles to faraway places just to find the same things I left behind. But, that said, in a pinch a Starbucks often helps me regain my bearings. C’est la vie.
April 2, 2016 – a bone from the forearm of St. Jude is in the silver case in the foreground as communion is prepared. A first class relic, touching our wedding bands to the relic means they are now 3rd class relics. At St. Michael the Archangel in Snohomish, Washington.
Our parish now has on display a copy of the icon of the 21 Coptic Martyrs of Libya. I also learned today that the commemoration date for their murder at the hands of ISIS is my birthday.