The Best Way Forward...

Folk #1: It's not a three day weekend without my partner & I swimming in a full-blown existential crisis. Time to evaluate, and re-evaluate. Maybe a neccesary exercise? Working that "doom" muscle and seeing if it can still flex? Reviewing life choices, going over early, and late, formative experiences? And, yes, delving deep into those gnarly "de-formative" experiences too. Ha. We are good at getting existential. But then, we can drop that pose in an instant too. Finding we are happy to be alive. Relatively healthy. A roof over heads, still eating, laughing, trying to do our best to be fully alive. We have made fundamental life-choices that have irrevocably defined our lives. Most of our choices have been instinctual, moment to moment, long-form improvisations, with no great design, or plan. Things rolled out, and we jumped from one thing to the next thing. Sure, we can play that fruitless "What if" game, but really, finally, it seems the healthy, soul-enriching thing to do is just embrace all our choices (good & bad), all the diversions, all of the twists & turns, all of the drama & trauma, all of the thunder & hurly-burly, and chalk it up to a wild-ass stew of fate, destiny, luck (good & bad), ignorance & bliss, & the reality of our reality. What are we left with? To be who we are, inhabit our bodies, be here now, as fully & as completely as we can. That just seems like the best way forward. Crisis, and torpedoes, be damned...