MIT

Yes, as a matter of fact, I want to go to MIT. I'm not joking.

But I actually didn't want to talk about the school - I just wanted to note that following Leo Babauta's Most Important Thing (MIT) technique worked really well for me to day.

It's very simple: at the beginning of the day, after or in the midst of all the habitual things you do, set down the three most important things. And then do them.

I didn't exactly knock them down right in a row - but I made an effort, and it left me feeling much more relaxed in the evening than I am accustomed to.

It's a strange place to be right now. A good one. I'm getting well acquainted with all the loneliness after the break up, and I think I'm finding an authentic strength and solidity I'm not used to having around. I feel comfortable with what I'm doing - even though just a few days ago I was criticizing myself for being a lazy roustabout in hard times. Well, as long as I demonstrate the tough talk, the tough songs, the tough heart that these hard times demand, it doesn't matter what shape that takes.

So I'm diving into the things I want to study. I'm doing okay so far, but I do not have paid work right now (I'm never truly unemployed), and I don't know how getting a job will change that. Perhaps the structure of a paid course will be beneficial in that kind of situation. Anyway, I'll manage. I'll make do.

At the end of the day, I'm still not left with a whole lot of reserve for self-reflection and creativity. But I'm not concerned about that - at least not today. As the pattern changes, some items that are important now might phase out. I will do my best to stay committed to my projects and follow through with them, but I must acknowledge that a wind blows through my and every life that will shift its direction. Hopefully I can be more like a sighing cottonwood than like a weathervane (as I often fear I am).

Actually, writing that last line gave me a few moments pause in reflecting: yes, I need less weathervane. This post will stand, but: next time fewer thoughts, more description of events and expression of feeling.

(Note: blogger doesn't seem to know what that word is.)

With that, good night.