A bit of wisdom I realized this morning. I guess it qualifies as a profound revelation! I was watching my favorite Sunday show: CBS Sunday Morning. They start with a quick review of the headlines, but mostly just do stories on celebrities, movies, music, design, money and the like.
As I watched the headlines, which started with “…Trump tweeted…” I realized that I wasn’t reacting to that news, nor have I reacted in a few months other than with a shake of the head. I was simply observing. As a writer, I’ve been observing all my life. Sometimes I’m aware of it; sometimes not. But at this juncture between old age and death (!!?) I’m not only observing, I’m aware that I am observing.
The good news is that there is no judgment, for the most part. No trepidation (a relief). No anxiety of note (besides the lifetime of free-floating anxiety that I’ve adapted to for the most part). Just observing. And observing myself observing.
It’s a good feeling. Freedom from the fear-based diatribe of the day/week/year. Putting my psyche at least two levels away from participation in what qualifies for politics these days. Thank the gods!