Anyone who knows me might be aware that my essays write themselves in my head. I sit at the computer and hammer away, desperate to capture each word before it fades. Then I re-read what I’ve written, sometimes obsessively, sometimes even after I hit the “publish” icon. When I’ve gotten it perfect, I rise from the chair and stagger to my next chore.
Because of these wholesale composition bouts, I find myself torn. I struggle between the desire to relay my thoughts on this journey, and the belief that not thought has overall merit to the public accountability and dialogue which drove my instigation of this blog.
When the dilemma cannot resolve, I sidestep by finding something absolutely mind-comforting, and post that. Today stands as such a day. Nothing terrible looms before me. Life’s drudgery continues, peppered with intermittent joy. But today, I cannot in good faith lay out the passages which my mind wrote. To do so would defy my objective: living complaint-free. Instead, then, please enjoy this musical interlude, and a few lovely if technically flawed pictures from the California Delta. Thank you for sharing a few minutes of #mytinylife.
It’s the twenty-second day of the fifty-fourth month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues.