Just a little more than usual
That diet and exercise regimens are worth forming into habits, and I should have paid more attention to things financial. I know that’s two things, but they share the podium.
There have been others, most likely, but the one that comes to mind is 2001: A Space Odyssey. I don’t think I even watched the whole thing but saw enough of it to make me wonder what it was about. At the time, I remember it seeming quite weird.
It’s been a long time. I should probably try watching it in its entirety. I hear it’s a bit prescient.
It’s been nine years or so of getting up at 5am or shortly thereafter, making my morning cold brew concoction, and settling in with a daily journal entry and then writing here in WordPress, sometimes checking news happenings, and just generally enjoying the quiet of the morning. The rest of the day commences around 7:30 or so, with breakfast, etc.
Lately, the 5am alarm is going off and I’m hitting the snooze button more often than not. Been thinking about moving the wake-up call to 6am.
Dare to strike up a conversation with the person sitting next to you on the plane, or in an Uber, or at a restaurant or bar or other activities. I’ve never been one for doing any of that, usually just keep to myself. I often assume that people are preoccupied with making their gate or heading somewhere in a hurry, or, for some other reason, too busy or just not interested in chatting.
For me, making conversation or meeting new people is often not a priority.
Where are you from? How long have you been traveling? Do you come in peace?
I’ve seen too many movies, and I assume they understand English.
Maybe self-awareness. A person can barge through life as if unaware of the trail of hard feelings and such that they leave in their wake, because they’ve spent little time looking in the mirror, in a non-vain way, or actually hearing the occasional commentary intended to get their attention and move them to realize maybe they have a thing or two to work on.
Empathy might run a close second. It’s not a “woke” thing. It’s merely the capacity for patience and a bit of understanding of another’s situation and setting in life. It may keep one from rushing to judgment.
Not sure, but I imagine it might help to do one’s homework– check online for pictures and maps and other information, study the history a bit, ask around and find friends or family who have been where you’re going. Decide where to stay, where to eat, devise an itinerary, decide if you’re going to park and walk and discover on your own, or maybe get a tour guide.
Or just start downtown and wing it.
That Donald Trump and those under his spell or pulling the strings will vaporize, so we can have a few moments of peace before the next dumpster fire erupts.
I try to do some time on a stationary bike we have in the basement. I do stair push-ups. Other options might be sit-ups, wall sits, and planks. Maybe jumping jacks, too, and curls with hand weights.
Our marriage. Nothing else comes close.
It has exposed certain insecurities, along with bringing much joy.
