An ear sandwich…

What a hazy day it has been.  Starting off soggy, drip, drip, drip for a few hours, then nothing but gray.  The weather outside though was pretty great though.

When in moments of uncertainty, being held in a state of suspension, the only option is to move forward.  Not in the self help book, motivational poster way, but in the Mike Tyson bite an ear off manner.  And why not, life never was meant for the meek, or those that play the lottery week after week hoping for millions to change their lives, which it won’t.  But I digress, back to the ear biting attitude about taking on the day.

Let me be clear, I am not advocating violence in any way, just suggesting that aggressive pursuit of ones goals and tenacity is the order of the day.  To that end, I recommend taking all insecurities, nervousness, anxieties, and somber thoughts, packing them neatly into a box that will hold everything, then promptly throw it in the fireplace (an empty metal trash can works just as well), then torch that baby.  There is something very therapeutic about setting ones baggage on fire and walking away, much easier to move with nimble agility without them.

Now, I understand that this won’t make them go away completely, but it will stun them into silence for a bit (besides I’m not trying to put therapists completely out of business).   Yes, now to the fun part, figuring out the moves.  Is it going to be Cassius Clay (fly like a butterfly, sting like a bee!), Joe Lewis (pounding his opponent into submission with heavy blows to the body), or perhaps Sugar Ray Leonard (small, fast, lethal!).   Whatever the choice, stay with the stratagem stay with it through out the entire day.   In a world based on commerce and the exchange of ducats, there will be both victories and defeats along the way.  The phone will fail to ring with good news for many days in a row, but it will eventually if the fight is continued.

And at the end of each day, whenever it may occur, persistent concerns about how well it all went are had, let them go.  Keep a new box by the bed to off load them, cramming it to the bust point, allowing for the peaceful tranquility of sleep to be found.  I’m sure that if you were to ask any great fighter how many nights of insomnia they suffered through before a great fight, the unanimous answer would be a resounding ‘Zero!’.

In the morning, with the advent of daybreak, repeat again the process of burning the box or suitcase, then get on with it.




About Sarah Seager

I am an artist that works and lives in the wilds of Los Angeles.
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