The Circular Journey
Mostly true stories of joy, enlightenment, and just one damned thing after another.
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The Gift of Today
Why Write At All?
Thank you to P.G. Wodehouse for that bit of wordplay.
It's good that I didn't have a message for the world in mind because, after all these years of writing, not a glimmer of a message has appeared. Unless I get hotted up in retirement, I fear that humanity will remain a message short.”
Whatever the reason, and even if there is no reason, I continue to write.
I have many writing friends who seem to be under a lot of pressure to turn out perfectly crafted stories. Not me. I like to look at my stories as musical comedies. I begin with real-life experiences and then look for ways to make them humorous but there must be something genuinely quirky about the actual event.
When I can laugh at the circumstances that first caused me anxiety, anger, or embarrassment, I feel that I have some control over my quality of life. If I exaggerate the events to make them funnier, so what? I don't really give a damn. The time for concern for me is when I can't find anything amusing in my daily life.
And so I don't worry about the exaggeration. The story is still true, just a bit more interesting. The Nac Mac Feagals, a race of wee people created by Terry Pratchett, would offer two versions of any story when asked for an explanation. One story contained only the facts. The one the Wee People preferred had elves and dragons woven into it. When people asked for the bare facts the Nac Mac Feegle would show their disapproval by exclaiming,
I suppose the greatest benefit that comes from fictionalizing my daily life is that it gives me some distance from the otherwise uncomfortable nearness of dark, foreboding thoughts. I can detach myself from the tyranny of emotional disorders.
In that calm, friendly, sometimes funny space that comes from detachment, I can find hope for today and purpose in tomorrow.
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Where Am I Going?
The Circular Journey is a blog that I use as a sort of journal to record my attempts to become the very best me that I can be. And yes, despite the numerous indications to the contrary, I do try to become a better version of myself. I like to say that I try to escape the limitations of yesterday.
Despite what Marie Forleo, Gary Vee, and Seth Godin would have me believe, as inspiring as they certainly are, progress is a slow, difficult, and inconsistent process. It also, for some mysterious reason, causes me to write long, rambling sentences.
Sarah Hall assures me that there is a vast, universal intelligence that loves me and wants only what's best for me. That intelligence is bombarding the entire world with a loving energy that will upgrade our chakras and help us to ascend.
I'm not sure if ascending means that we're rising to a higher dimension of existence, or whether we'll experience a higher level of consciousness. I'm not even sure what a higher level of consciousness means.
Whatever she means by that higher-level stuff, it makes me feel better to hear her say it even though I don't know what she's talking about.
And even though I like to listen to her messages from the angels, the help we receive from this all-loving and all-powerful being doesn't make the process any easier or faster.
It would be so nice to say a few affirmations, declare a clear, coherent intention, and become transformed into a new and better mindset. They do it in movies.
The gist of the matter is that although I don't know where I'm going, I do know where I've been and I don't like it there. Until the day I arrive at where I'd like to be, I'll keep working step by step on my self-improvement journey--the circular journey--until I get good enough to qualify for a better go of it in my next life.