I love my new office, but I am never in it. Instead, I am commuting to North Hollywood to spend the day in someone else’s office all day filling it with love and purpose.
Technically that “office” is actually someone’s “classroom” and, well, I’m not sure if she’s been booted out, left or just on a weird medical leave. Either way, I think she’d see my time there as less “love and purpose” and more along the lines of “obnoxious squatting” but she’ll have to get into acceptance just like I do.
With this squatter.
Why yes, that is laundry.
Mixed with a bucket of “to be put away” crap.
Highlited with a white basket of recyclable bills and a random sock from an indoor trampoline park.
I’d say I’m stressed, but I’m not. It’s gotten so crazy – this little work/parent/relate-to-spouse/deal with family grief/attend 12 step – that I am just sort of packing myself into the river of life and taking it as it comes.
The Takeaway of Insanity
Acceptance of insanity is sanity, and then everything is funny. (Though I won’t lie: If I weren’t a vegetarian alcoholic I’d dive face first into a Hoagie and a Green Flash faster than Jefferson raps on Hamilton’s Guns N Ships track.)
Instead of drinking and eating away my bad emotions, I’ll just have to celebrate sober emotions with gluten free lasagna, a bath in a less than perfect tub and a fire.
Not such bad deal if I do say so myself.
Happily Ticked Off Tip #20: When you don’t should all over yourself there’s nothing to freak about because it just is what it is. And in that space God can do his magic. (Not sure about you, but my God is a cheeky one and loves a good laugh. So that allows me to chuckle and take things less seriously, too.