How do you do it?
I hear that all the time.
How do you maintain your life as a mediocre father, second rate therapist, middling writer, so-so surfer and over the hill mountain bike rider all while sending emails daily? How do you manage to find such remarkable delight in spinning your wheels all while assuming such a prestigious and duty-filled title as the Scribe and Chief Blowhard of the Remarkable Fools Society?
Here’s my secret: I don’t do everything. I don’t do anything particularly well. Any progress has come from giving up.
Giving up is exceptional, especially learning how to give up on things that aren’t working.
You’re an over all unremarkable human being yet call yourself remarkable in name - remarkable fool?
Yep, my absurd insistence on keeping on keeping on is remarkably human - foolishly so.
I sooth myself by remembering all and any of this life stuff we experience is ridiculous really given that nothing matters on galactic level.
Well. Even closer to that. We’re but a speck really.
And I just keep making jokes as though my life depended upon it.
Your remarkably ordinary, very fluky life depends on silly jokes?
Remarkably so.
Each day is another odd joke.
It’s why I get out of bed in the morning. What absurd curiosity will I encounter today?
Are there days where you get the impression that the universe is just messing with you?
It is.
Your job as a Remarkable Fool?
Mess back.
Offer it a can that when you shake it, it sounds like candy. When it opens, springy snakes explode from inside! That’ll show that universe what’s what.
Also? Check out Mary Crosby on Instagram. Watch her reels. She’s too funny for theatre school, too weird for SNL, she’s quirky, playful and hilarious.
"What absurd curiosity will I encounter today?" Yes! Starting my days with questions like this one definitely help my perspective and my mood. They also make me feel less like I'm being picked on by the universe.
The universe plays peek-a-boo with synchronicity. When I feel alone and want to know that I am loved, there are synchronicities. Often it's just words people use. Unusual words that get repeated within a few hours by different people. Yesterday, it was "miracle" and "pick yourself up by the bootstraps". Hmmm. Might be a messaage there.
One day several years ago, I was on my early morning walk around the lake. I was thinking about my Dad. Seriously, all I could think about was him. I tried to change the topic. He isn't someone I spend a lot of mental energy on, but I do love him greatly. I emerged from the park and approached a street where a car was pulled over. A woman on the sidewalk looked panicy as she looked at her phone. When she saw me she said, "Thank God you are here" aa though I was late. She explained the woman in the car was trying to find a street where she has an appointment in someone's home for a haircut. Neither could find the street. The woman on the sidewalk handed me her phone and told me what she knew. I examined the map and found it after a few moments. I explained to the driver how to get there. The street was off of Harris St. I know my town. With no busses when I grew up, I walked everywhere. I didn't know this street existed. My Dad's name was Harris.
Later that morning, an internet radio show was taking phone in calls. Given the morning, I decided to try although the odds were not with me, there were thousands of listeners. I got through. It was Dad on the line. I was hoping for Mom. It was fun listening to the medium struggle with conveying that Dad was an asshole and that he was happy that I changed from my path of also becoming an asshole ( all true ). Obviously, suggesting your dearly departed Dad had a dark side is not a recommended thing to say if you can't really talk to the dead. People get punched for shit like that. There were other details like number of children and that one was dead and the other and I had become close very recently although we never had been.
I am working with the public today. Looking forward to synchronicities. How about you?