A Regular Workday

The Weekly didn't print my letter or respond to my email, and I'm relieved. I spoke out of frustration and not out of the highest ground as far as really contributing useful energy goes. I brought out some of the other complaints and maybe that is good for a few seconds of commiseration but really, we have to keep working slowly and positively toward being in the world we are in downtown.

There won't be an end to frustration and disillusionment in the world as it gets more crowded and full of things we don't like or are afraid of...and I as an aging woman am just going to have to get tougher and more resilient or suffer more. I saw a post about people that tied long life to the ability to stand and sit crosslegged on the ground without assistance...tried it and was humbled. I couldn't get up without using my hands, and sadly don't think my foot will allow it. But I am determined to keep working on it to see just what power I do have over my damaged foot. Up that ante to keep working on seeing what power I have over all my damage...lots to do!

I have a giant pile of purple shirts to print today and that makes me smile. Wish all my Prince collection wasn't on cassettes I can't play now. Listening to the posted songs makes me feel like they appealed to me most in those times because it was then...my goals and interests were different and my energy was fueled by that funky beat. Some of them seem simple almost, compared to the electronic layers we are more accustomed to today. As everything around us becomes more complex, is it even possible for us to continue to try to simplify? Does that amount to putting our heads in the sand?

Full of questions to chew on, it's the perfect time for me to chain myself to my squeegee for the next five hours. I hope lots of people are filled with hope and purpose by Bernie Sanders' visit. Every step toward a better world is the step we need to make now. Keep walking in the right direction. I'll keep working.