I can’t say I’ve done any better today. It’s been a cloudy, wet Saturday. It was one of those days to curl up with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate. And I did – sort of. But I was easily distracted by other things like stories on social media.  The book is abandoned and I was chasing a story about a horrific murder. And how did that benefit me? I was not a better person having read it. It darkened my soul and wasted time I could have been reading good literature.

Such is life. Live and learn. How often have I said that? It is the truth though. No use crying over spilt milk. I wasted some time but my morning was well spent. I did the necessities of life. I was in the real world of doing laundry, ridding dog hair and making lunch. I have to make an effort to be more grounded. It’s so easy to lose oneself in virtual reality.

So how am I going to do that? Pinch myself, blink once for yes, twice for no. How am I going to perform the magic of being alive in my own life? I have to admit I have been on the periphery of my own life for the most part. How do you make yourself count when you are an immigrant child of immigrant parents? You don’t speak the language. Your culture is different. You look different. You might be in a melting pot but the ingredients do not blend.

That was my beginning. I’m not crying over spilt milk. I’m stirring the pot to refresh my memories, to find stories, answers, solutions and whatever that comes up. The purpose of this blog, after all, is an archeology dig. But enough digging for now. Tomorrow is another day.

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