SEPTEMBER

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The first day of September. It’s not evoking the feeling of starting anew like it has in the past. I guess I’m long past the time of the first days of school. No excitement of seeing friends I haven’t seen over the summer. No excitement of the first year on the university campus, finding my way to the Arts, Chemistry, Biology and other Buildings, then the lecture rooms. Now, I don’t feel the excitement of the first day of anything. It’s no way to start a day.

So, I am thinking up of ways of remedying it, cheering myself up and along. I put in a clean pair of socks in my gym bag. Beyond that I couldn’t think of anything else. I did have a good workout at the gym. I used heavier weights doing the farmer’s carry and was pleasantly surprised to find that the heavier weights felt better. Now at day’s end, I am feeling irritable but containing it, not letting it spill out. I think that it is good enough. I will not try to cheer myself up or along. Sometimes you just have to let everything go. Not try so hard but just let it be.

The day has been hot and heavy. The air is smoky from wildfires, making opened windows not a good idea. The furnace fan is adequate for some air movement, calming my bad mood. Nothing is pleasing me at this moment. It doesn’t make staying in the now a good idea. I shall move on and put a few things away. Tomorrow is another day.

JUST RANTING

No two days are equal. Today is not a good day. Nor is it a bad day. It’s just that I am feeling heavy. Do you know what I mean? I am not sure that I do either. You could say I’m treading water, keeping my head above the waterline. I wish I am more buoyant. I am getting tired. I think I am coming down with something.

Even so, it is difficult to rest, to let things be. I have this feeling, compulsion to do, to get ahead, to accomplish. I wonder if it’s me or is it the society we live in. Have I bought into or have I been brainwashed into the idea that I have to be useful, productive, blah, blah, blah. I really like to rest awhile like in the olden days, guilt free. I’m starting to feel flu like. My eyes and nose are dry like sandpaper. My head a bit achy. My body heavy and weighed down like a big sandbag. Even my hands feel flu-ish and achy.

So, why don’t I just give everything a rest? I feel somewhat programed like an EverReady battery. I feel pushed to GO, GO, GO. It’s no wonder that when I get sick, I get SICK. A couple of months ago, I had a summer cold. It lasted a month. I coughed and coughed the whole month. I think I better smarten up, ease up, drink lots of fluids and REST. I should not think so much. I should learn to let go and let be.