Saturday, July 31, 2021

Farewell to Maine

I got up at 527am to catch my 715am flight to Atlanta and turned off the 530 alarm so as not to disturb Jenny whose flight to LaGuardia is at 1045am. I had a coffee cup of cereal and milk and worked on stowing a few items still needing to be packed, trying to be quiet with partial success.  I summoned an Uber ride at 550am and made it to the airport at 620. I was a little muddled mentally as I checked my bag and got through the TSA screening. We're taking off now. Perhaps coffee will sharpen my cognitive processes...

923am EST

I drank a cup of coffee and watched Be water, a lovely and skillfully crafted documentary about Bruce Lee. The film convincingly shows Lee to have been a wise and remarkably gifted man who was dedicated to his family and who pursued his personal vision with unwavering determination and honor. One can't help feeling sad he died at the doorstep of seeing his dreams fulfilled; yet, if we are to be water, as Bruce  Lee taught, Fate is the vessel we must flow into.

Sunday, July 25, 2021

Travels in Maine

It's Sunday and I'm awake after sleeping through our one-night stand at Lord Camden Inn in Camden, ME. We've been driving all around the coast from Bar Harbor to Searsport to Camden as we work our way back to Portland. We've visited four lighthouses, various lobster pounds and gone on scenic hikes every day passing through or stopping in Belfast, Buckstown, Ellsworth and points along the Penobscot River, much of which is documented on Instagram and Facebook. Driving on winding, up and down state highways with constantly changing speed limits has been tiresome, especially with Jenny micromanaging my efforts; but, the scenery has been lovely and the weather mostly pleasant. 

Friday, July 16, 2021

The Maine thing

We're off this morning for a two week vacation in Maine with Jenny Scott. The highlight of the trip is Acadia National Park near Bar Harbor, a place we've had in mind to visit for some time. Jenny and Mary Lou (mostly Jenny) planned the itinerary months ago and I haven't even looked at it, yet. I've got printouts in my briefcase and will go over it shortly.

I had an alarm set for 430am to catch our 630am flight to Atlanta in route to Portland, ME. I awoke at 3 and after a trip to the bathroom couldn't get my brain to turn off, despite trying my focusing method that's often effective. My brain took me through time and space all over my personal Universe in a seemingly arbitrary manner. It started with trying to recall the name of the illustrious Swedish surrealist film director,  Ingmar Bergman (which finally popped into my mind after I'd moved on to other subjects). Along the way I ran through the lyrics of Fortune Cookie and Fictional Character in the Worldwide Game of Charades, reflecting on the statements they make about me. Many other topics I don't recall right now were touched upon, as well. I do recall framing the situation nonjudgementally so as not to slip into negative affectivity. Finally,  I got up right before the alarm was to go off and deactivated it.

Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Positive steps

 1. I've been practicing some of my guitar-oriented songs the past few days, refining my picking technique and focusing on improving mindful concentration with the concept of "pick awareness. I'm continuing to improve as a singer, too.

2. I arranged to have the body work done on my Macan. 

3. I have an idea for taking a different approach to writing about wisdom. Reading the initial pages of my recent effort, I feel the tone is pedantic and boring. My idea is to take a more personal perspective: "This is what has worked for me."

4. I had a pleasant exchange of messages with my good friend TDW on IG. I think the brief conversation was encouraging and affirming for both of us. I shared the lyrics of "Fictional Character" which started with a comment I made on her post. 

Perhaps the attitude of "do it for positive reasons and it's ok if you don't do it" has helped get me on track.

Tuesday, July 6, 2021

The lingering question and a possible answer

A critical factor in my success in this life has been my ability to make myself do things I didn't want to do because it was in my best interests.  In some cases it was something I found boring or aversive and in others it was something that aroused anticipatory anxiety.  Either way, I toughed it out and managed to arrive here with all the advantages I've listed in my posts and am highly aware of each day. 

Given all that, a thought came to me regarding my difficulty getting myself to do things I've also mentioned that are meaningful and that I generally enjoy and feel positively about. I wonder if the factor behind both doing those unrewarding things and not doing the rewarding ones is necessity. At this point in my life and most likely from here until the end, there's very little I must do to maintain the security of my situation. I'm free to do or not do. Necessity may not only be the mother of invention- perhaps in my case it's also the prod that gets me moving. 

I have a second idea, as well. Perhaps when I was working under pressure each day out of necessity, it was more important to have the positive activities in order to cope with the stress. The diminishment of necessity may have removed the fuel that kept the machine running.

And there's a third factor. I have two competing attitudes about getting myself to do more. The strongest one is I should be maximizing my time here on earth.  That is a shaming thought and I well know that shaming is more likely to inhibit performance than to enhance it.  

The alternative thought is It doesn't matter if I do or don't do more.  That one is a defeatist cognition that also tends to undermine my initiative. 

So, what about trying this one:  I will only do more if I want to for positive reasons. If I do it's OK and if I don't it's also OK.  That line of thought is the most wise based on my life experiences.



Saturday, July 3, 2021

Minimal enthusiasm

I am ever mindful of my amazing good fortune, having almost made it to age 69 (this July 13) in solid health and being physically and financially secure with the freedom and resources to do pretty much anything I please. I have interests in music, writing  learning and hobbies I can pursue and meaningful projects in mind, in particular, organizing the family archives that have been passed down to me. My three daughters and son-in-law are all fine people who are all experiencing personal success. Yet, despite being grateful for all of this, I wake up after 8 or more hours of sleep wishing I could stay in bed all day rather than get up and engage with my life.