Dance with Who Brung Me ... or not?
I've realized I've got, I don't know, a contradiction you could say, going on.
For the most part I've been a planner, and always tried to keep the long term and bigger picture in mind. It's served me well. Although I won't set any land speed records for achieving ER, and won't crack any list of wealthy folks published by Forbes, I'm certainly ahead of the bulk of my statistical cohort if the US Census Bureau data is believable. And if I'm honest I'd have to attribute it all to simply thinking about the future, making some modest sacrifices, deriving a plan, and sticking to it more often than not. There's nothing special about me. Even though my job is "white collar", I'm a lunch pail guy.
But here I am in the home stretch with a growing interest in this concept of mindfulness, in simply being open to wallowing in life, which out of necessity always happens in the present moment, and always will. The extension of that is that any time I spend concerned about attainment of things in the future, I am giving up moments of living now.
I'm faced with the dilemma of muting one of my personality traits that is arguably the most responsible for me closing in on this awesome opportunity for ER. There seems to be an irony in that. There's also an irony in hoping to attain in the future the ability to refrain for attempting to attain things in the future.
I think I should have spent last weekend just grilling wienies and drinking beer with all the other Stepford folks. I've managed to give my thoughts too much slack, and now like a dog chained to a pole, I've got things so tangled around themselves there's little room to move. That image makes me chuckle aloud at myself.
Which reminds me, the greatest life lesson I ever learned, I'm pretty sure, came from my grandfather. By way of example he taught me to be free to laugh at myself. It's an outstanding tactic to avoid going insane.
I definitely need to get out of the house