Another Last Minute Post

New record that almost wasn’t achieved — two consecutive days of writing. I’m not sure how I feel about that. Typical…

I just got back from work at 10 pm ish. It was quite the day. I was on the phone with CRA for most of it. The man I was talking to on the phone was rather rude for no apparent reason (as I am the definition of a people pleaser). It made me even more hopeless for humanity and reassured me that staying inside the house with little to no human interaction is indeed the correct thing to do. I then forced myself to play the piano since it has been a whole week since I touched the keys and then decided that life is short so I watched the Tour de France and ate an affogato. Finally, I made dinner for the family and went to work. Now I am laying in bed writing what I did during the day for no apparent reason.

Life is crazy, ain’t it. Sometimes I look back and think, I remember doing all of those things but I don’t remember doing all of those things, you know. If you followed that, you must be as crazy as I am. It makes me wonder if I am soon going to wake up and be 80 years old saying, “What the f*** did I do with my life”. That’s if I am lucky, or unlucky, enough to make it to 80 (it’s still up in the air).

I’m not exactly sure what creates a meaningful life. I suppose it is all psychological. You literally just have to believe you are living a meaningful life and then; bam! you’re living a meaningful life. If only it were that easy. My mind seems to have a mind of its own. It's very hard to tame; I’d be better off with a crocodile or something.

Here’s to finding a meaningful life, and hopefully more meaningful words to put on the page…