“If you worship money and things — if they are where you tap real meaning in life — then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already — it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up-front in daily consciousness. Worship power — you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart — you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. And so on.” ~ David Foster Wallace
One thing I learned from my mother is the pleasure of wearing brand new socks. Something that I noticed yesterday, when grabbing a pair of clean socks to wear for the day, is that the top edges of the socks were beginning to fray. Checked a couple of more pairs. Turns out I need new socks. So that is my big plans for the day. I’d like that to be enough. Feeling emotionally exhausted today, from all of the intensity of politics. And while Donald Trump never made me cry the immense marches and rallies for women yesterday did bring tears to my eyes. Beauty does that. Other than that, and the socks, I don’t feel like writing this morning. Tis a day of rest. Three days away from the next massage. I look forward to that.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.