T R U T H

All bright and shiny today. The reward of not procrastinating any longer and divine intervention results in self-congratulations of the highest magnitude. The enduring dilemma is the amount of meditation I have to go thru to keep out the "it's all about me" curse that strikes whenever I'm called out. I have no stomach anymore for just using "rise to the occasion" to motivate me. It's like Fox News to me. I have to invoke this geezer version which is so elongated, so strung out and even though it eventually prevails, I pummel myself for not being able to skip that step and just git R done. I can't even pretend with a straight face that it's just more character building. Diminished physical capacity blows. The gamesmanship is like prevent defense - so unappealing. So here's what today means - oops there goes another rubber tree plant and hopes are still high. I even dropped a bottle of pinot this morning and shrugged . . . pinot shrugged, Ayn. The human condition freestyles like a bump in the road (see video where the car stops and the two get out of the car and bump to Spencer Davis Gimme Good Lovin').