Drafting 17/22

Today I rode my bike through a mist of tiny bubbles that appeared from nowhere.  There was no one else on the street or sidewalk, and I couldn't spot any wand-holding culprits from windows above me.  I smiled like a slice of watermelon.  The day progressed with pistachio ice cream, pizza and talks about self-induced neuroses and the differences between a human and a robot.  For one, robots do not have poems at their fingertips.  For two, while robots may have written CAPTCHA, they are too dumb to crack the code necessary to comment on my blog.

I had secret plans to hide in a park with a small tub of ice cream and write my fingers numb.  But instead I asked my friends if they wanted to ride bikes with me and completely distracted myself from being alone in a place where I could focus on my writing.  In a roundabout way, Lady JJ and I talked about this--the process of instituting daily practices.  If I can update this blog everyday (if only for the next 4 days) or make myself breakfast every morning, why can't I also meditate or write a few pages?  The answer is, I can.

We also talked about the little surprises life poses when we are already feeling overwhelmed, bogged down, or otherwise consumed in what is most important.  These things happen, seemingly, out of nowhere and serve only to provide a shift in energy.  They enable us the opportunity to be laughed at or have a good laugh.  But if we approach them with positivity and humor at every step, we are rewarded with mysterious clouds of bubbles.

Moral of the story: try to be more a like a robot in order to be more like a human.

P.S.  I fully expect this entry not to make any sense because I am tired and not using my brain to its full potential.  Please forgive me.  Good night.