Ignoring a post made to verify that some unintentional breakage was fixed, this blog has been silent for more than 18 months. It wasn’t overly active even before that, though.
I’ve decided that, one way or another, 2019 is going to be it—either I will manage at least one post a week, or else I’m just going to walk away.
I’m not sure which outcome I’m hoping for.
Hey, welcome to 2015!
Isn’t it wonderful how, even with just two glasses of good Champagne and getting to bed at 10:30, you can still wake up with a headache?
No, it’s not wonderful, but whatever—I assume it’s my body just tapping into some underlying gestalt.
I’ve decided that 2015 will be the Year of Not Holding Onto Shit.
This is a widely-applicable principle. Books overflowing your bookcases? Don’t hold onto that shit. People at your job annoying you? Don’t hold onto that shit. Overeating out of habit? Don’t hold onto that shit.
I mean, I could talk about it in terms of aparigraha, sure, but sometimes more pungent language reminds you that as beautiful as a worthy as a concept might be of deliberate contemplation and careful consideration, without implementation, it’s not going to do you any good.
Hell, I even got an early start yesterday, when I went through my clothes, and removed everything I wasn’t going to wear. It was a lot. I had stuff that had been at the bottom of drawers for years. There’s no need to hold onto that shit.
I have not one but two guitar amplifiers that have been in my closet ever since I moved into this office three or four years ago (I’ve been using a Roger Linn Design AdrenaLinn III for roughly forever. One of them doesn’t work, and hasn’t worked for at least a decade. Why am I holding onto that shit?
You get the idea. So the question is, what shit don’t you need to hold onto?