update…
Well aside from a big change in my work status where I’ve left the cocoon of my former trade (Project Manager) to take on a role with an exciting startup as a Community Manager, I’ve been pretty much in a state of loafyness.
The antidote many say is to rush myself off to a retreat and park butt to cushion. I haven’t done a retreat in oh so long and part of that scares me. I really do admire those of us ‘laypeople’ who practice in the world. Sure the idea of sitting off in an Himalayan cave sounds absolutely frightening to me, but it takes such bravery to also face the world daily and work with our own unique obstacles and challenges.
This morning, I was on the Seinfeld subway ride in which everyone was either trying to push me, smother me, prod me or generally get under my skin. One fellow commuter stepped out of the subway car to let others out and when I tried to hop back in, was promptly shut out. He slammed his fist onto the door and stomped off in a huff. I had that shared connection on feeling that anger. Then I looked at the man who forcefully pushed me aside as he ambled on the subway and tried to evaluate what he was thinking when he barreled through a wee 5ft tall girl to score a seat. I saw a lot of pain in his aging face. No wedding ring and signs of loneliness. Ah all of these projections. I could only wonder what storyline he was creating about me.
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