It is a new day, a new week, and I’m looking for new inspiration for my blog. Writing is a lonely occupation and I spend way too much time lost in my own thoughts. I’m like a weed in my own garden, germinating with no regard for the surrounding ascetics, and now I’m finding it difficult to distinguish the flora. Don’t get me wrong, I love solitude. I believe this is a requirement if you want to write, but I really need to get out more. Thank God I got invited to a dinner party last night with a group of close friends. Now here was the perfect opportunity to socialize with real people who love me despite my oddities. We had a fabulous meal, good wines, and of course the Golden State Warriors were playing so we had a focus. I like to observe people way more then I like to talk. In fact I find socializing very taxing on my psyche. There is a wide chasm between what we say and what we think. Does anyone know what I am talking about? Ralph Waldo Emerson said it best, “Who you are speaks so loudly I can’t hear what you’re saying.” I love that. While stories and antidotes were crossing the dining room table I was considering blog topics. And then I wonder why I miss entire blocks of conversation, I thought it was the wine, but clearly my mind follows its own trajectory. I’m sure I’ll get invited back.
I decided to take up meditation as a way of keeping my mind on track. There is a plethora of research on the benefits of this practice on the brain. It improves your sense of well-being (I’ll let you know about that), your memory, and apparently it can lower your blood pressure. Damn. Let’s do this. Emerson also wrote, “A weed is a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered.” So don’t pluck me out just yet!
P.S. I’ve discovered that writing a blog about refrigerators at one in the morning is a practice to avoid in the future. Drop a few of your discoveries in the comments.