Every day for the last
couple of weeks I find myself thinking about writing a new post. Thinking about it, but not doing it. What’s new and interesting, I think. And come up blank.
Checking the news doesn’t
help. Death and destruction, man made
and nature at work, continue unabated.
Political dysfunction at home and abroad is the order of the day. Trump and Brexit. Brexit and Trump. Protests in Europe and South America. Acts of terror everywhere. On and on.
Over and over. The same
thing. Nothing new.
What’s the point of
focusing on the obvious? Is cynicism an
appropriate response? Maybe, except I
know that cynicism may ease the upset temporarily but won’t really help. How about good old fashioned
complaining? Same result – doesn’t help.
How about bemused
non-involvement? Just laugh at it
all. That may be a promising approach,
but could also just be a cop out.
Sports? That could be interesting. The Champion’s League quarterfinals offers
some interesting matchups. I watched a
Netflix series on Formula One and enjoyed it.
March Madness is a welcome diversion for some, but not me. How about baseball? The season starts soon. Trouble is my Giants look like they are going
to be just as woeful as last year. So sports
has promise, but is a mixed bag.
An enlightened path would
be to not get sucked in. Let
circumstances that I can’t control just unfold.
Let them do their thing and look at what I can control. Which is how I relate to the world around
me. And encompassing it all, the context
in which I can live joyfully, is gratitude.
Being grateful for my blessings – my relationships, my good fortune, the
peace that envelops my personal world.
That’s not bad. True, it isn’t new. But I can renew it every day. Gratitude.
That’s worth remembering and writing about.