It hit me last night – probably a cold, hopefully not the flu. Today I’m very weak, sort of stuffed up, headache, coughing. Just like every human being on the planet has experienced. No big deal.
Why write about this? It’s so ordinary. And shouldn’t I take a break from tapping on the keys? I’ve decided no. Some of my favourite writing has been when I’m right in the middle of some experience. It’s so much cooler than “This happened to me yesterday.”
During the meditation retreat, I learned how to watch my mind, without judgment. To be curious about where it goes. This morning, it’s gone off in many directions.
At 2:00 pm today, I’ve scheduled a Skype call with the organizers of the Tour du Canada. They want to know more about me and I have lots of questions about the summer bicycle ride. “But I have no energy. I won’t sound like a potential crosser of my country.” Too bad, Bruce. Give them what you have in the moment. It’s enough.
“What if this turns into seven weeks of bronchitis, like it did after Jody died? How will I possibly get fit enough for the ride?” Now there’s a little smile on my face. I’m not quite laughing but I’m getting there. Silly man.
“Will I have to cancel my trip to Cuba? And the BC tall ship trip in early June?” No, Bruce. You won’t have to. It’s just a cold, my friend.
“Is this the end of my newfound strength training?” Oh, my. That’s quite the mind you have there. “Well, right now it’s an ill mind, having trouble putting thoughts together. And struggling to maintain my self-esteem.”
“And I got turned down a couple of weeks ago for further life insurance – ‘a current abnormal ECG and blood profile results.'” Don’t sweat it, Bruce. Julie, your doctor, is looking into this stuff. She’s always thought you were a very healthy specimen.
The Buddha had a word for the proliferation of negative thoughts … papancha. “Well, hello papancha. Nice to hang out with you.”
No judgment. Just a human being being human. I sort of like the guy.