I had supper at Dad’s on Thursday night and Jazzy phoned me this morning out of the blue. Think it and ye shall receive.
I’ve been feeling a weird energy lately. Not sure what that’s about. I figure I got two weeks before I hear news about most of my projects. In the meantime I’ve been trying to write new ones, but there’s nothing in the tank.
“Patience, lest I become overwhelmed with shit to do.” I keep thinking that. I also keep thinking that there’s no guarantees and I gotta make hay while the sun is shining. So… write dammit.
If I tally up the back burner, I’ve got an Arts Board Documentary, a Cuba Documentary, and a play to write. Arts Board deadline is Oct 1 and I won’t hear feedback until January. Cuba can follow that. Then it’s ‘Dick’, the play I intend to write.
Somehow I don’t think career stuff is what’s weirding out my energy though. Matters of the heart are rather confusing these days. I’m sitting around waiting for the dam to burst. I’ll know where I stand once I’m swept away. So as I said before… patience.
I think more than anything, I’m suffering from a dearth of spirituality. My mind and body are disconnected. I need paramedics to come along and zap me with a dose of yoga or something. Taoism’s been my cup of tea lately, but I keep giving my books away. Maybe a trip to Chapters is in order.
I did hit the gym this morning. That felt good. I know I’m going to be in great pain tomorrow. It’s a good pain though. It’s the kind of pain you earn and it only comes when it’s been a while since you’ve used your muscles. For the 4th year in a row, I’ll set the goal that I’ll bench press my weight by this time next year.
Well that’s about it for now. Sorry for the weak effort today. The sun’s shining, a Rider game is about to start, and my coffee is about dry.