Wednesday, April 10, 2024
It’s November 21, 2023 as of this writing. Like I’ve said before, the ideas for this blog billow out of me and I’m ahead. I enjoy it. Writing is one of my passions. Right now, I’m sitting on my porch. It’s 8:15a.m. The sun is peeking through the trees, the birds are chirping and the cars are passing by. I am reminded that nothing stands still. “It just doesn’t get any better than this.” I don’t know who said that, but they were wise beyond all wisdom. It’s true.
You can’t improve. You think you can improve, but that’s living in the past and future. The mind tricks you. Your skills might be better or things might have been better, but now everything is un-improveable. So it just doesn’t get any better. We’re often walking around with the notion that things could be better. Could be or should be, that’s of no concern to the present.
At this moment, I have no career. I’m alone. I have no income. I have nothing to do today. I have no responsibilities and no agenda. I’m sitting on my porch writing. I was just chatting with a passing neighbor and my wind chimes are singing a little. The coolness of the breeze rustles through the brush – a bluejay squawks and a car with a rattly muffler rumbles by.
I was finishing up a thank you card to a dear friend who invited me into his home last week. I am full. I cannot improve upon full. I am overflowing. How could a change in condition improve overflowing? I am, and so better is impossible. Maybe later, better will come, but I can’t have later, now. I was beginning to think something was missing. It just doesn’t get any better than this. I am no better than this. I am this. I am full. I am.