Is There Room For You in Your Life?
Is there a place for you in your life?
I want you to think about that. Then I want you to think about the fruit flies wandering around your apartment, and the frogs in Austin. I want you to summon yourself in your mind and take yourself, your eyes and your ears, apart. Now look into your head. Shine a flashlight in. What do you see?
I’ll tell you what you don’t see. You don’t see how your boss feels about your job performance. You don’t see the person who saw you on the sidewalk. You don’t see what was in there one year ago because right now there is too much on your mind to go one, two, or ten years back. You don’t see your partner’s internal scale of love and like, and how you may not even register today. You don’t see what you didn’t see today. You won’t see what you won’t see tomorrow. You may see lingering questions from the day before, ghostly things like that.
What do you see? Do you see yourself moving? Or happy, healthy, earnest, lazy, any of these amongst the clutter? Do these concepts even register as solid images? Maybe you see a color and a crime.
I have to ask, are you in there? And if you think that might be a silly question, I have to ask, why? Did you choose today . . . or did you send yourself forth with a head full of ideas and worries that were put there because, hell, they had to go somewhere . . .
It may seem a tad abstract, I know. In my lengthy list of odd jobs I’ve met plenty of folks who didn’t mind not making a place for themselves in their lives. They made room for iPhones and facebook friends and 3D HD and cars and fashion magazines and furniture and a lot of things that, frankly, don’t fit inside your head.
So what do you see?