What's next?
It's the day after my 66th birthday. I'm at a point in my life where there's really nothing I am looking forward to. It's not depression, I just have no big aspirations left. I do what I do, and that's fine. If I were going to have a big project it would be to find a piece of land and build a house, or find an existing house and Homestead, but I don't know if I'm really up for it. I don't have the money, and it looks like a dauntingly large project if I were to undertake it. So, I don't know. What comes next?
Something has changed in the way I view the world and geopolitics. I am no less disgusted or saddened, but I'm tired of making myself sick over it all. There's really only so much I can do. It's not enough, it can never be enough, that's why there's so many of us because all of our concerted efforts, together, hopefully can be enough to make things better. In the meantime, I'm living this life and making choices, and just doing what I can.
I took a week off from work for my birthday, and came over to the west side of Vancouver Island, and rented a cabin for a few days. I've been walking on the beach, soaking in the hot tub, taking sauna, sleeping in; it's been mostly overcast and today is raining so I built a fire in the fireplace. I spend so little time just being these days. I'm always doing, whether it's clients or radio show or just going for walks or whatever, I'm always doing. I used to know how to relax and just sit and be, so I'm going to go sit and be in front of the fire for a while.
