Talking with a friend today, I spread my arms to their limit and said, "Worry about what you can touch."
Given that I have the short wing span of an unladen European swallow, that means I have little to worry about.
It's easy to have anxiety about the nature of the country and the world but there's little we can do about it other than, say, vote.
What I can control over the coming days, things are good. I've interviewed with two newspapers in different states and will visit one of them next week.
I know plenty of people -- perhaps hundreds -- who have successfully transitioned from journalism into what I call the civilian world. For me, I feel as though I have more to do, more to say, more to write. As folks jump from what they see as the sinking ship of an industry, I scramble to get back on.
I have hope. I am heartened six months after the layoff and reminded of a story from Pema Chodron. She had meditated until she felt great anxiety. She asked her teacher, Chogyam Trungpa, about this and he said it was the Dakini Bliss -- when one reaches a certain level of peace and enlightenment it becomes uncomfortable because it's unknown.
Never will I be enlightened. I'm a son of the Wisconsin Nort'woods.
But hope and heartening cause a certain level of anxiety to which I am unaccustomed.
Still, it's better than poke in the eye with a sharp stick. That's what we say in the Nort'woods.
Have a beautiful weekend.
Peace and hope unto you my brothers and sisters -- with maybe a little Dakini Bliss thrown in.