I awoke this morning with this title in mind. “The Grand Re-opening Sail”, a play on words and a device to help me laugh at myself for being technically dead for two weeks.
When I say ‘technically dead’ I mean dead technologically—that is, I haven’t published anything since the flood. I was flooded in the camp where I was parked, about 1 hour south-east of Brisbane.
At the time, I had just welcomed my friend from Sydney for a holiday at my caravan. It quickly turned from Dumb and Dumber into Thelma and Louise. The escape from Kalbar was only slightly less dramatic than the drive to Ipswich and then Gold Coast City.
What I wasn’t expecting was my low mood afterwards. I faked it for a while (not very successfully, I suspect), and then when my mate left, I nosedived. (here, I’d like to say nose dove, but I dare not)
Each day I wanted to write and made every perfunctory attempt at inspiring my dishcloth brain, to little avail. In reference to today’s title, I was adrift and at the mercy of the absent wind.
I even succumbed to the marketing genius of ‘Truity’, and paid $29 to find out all about myself according to the Enneagram. THIS, was finally going to shed the light on my defective personality, illuminating a way forward to supreme mental health.
YOU ARE TYPE 4
The Individualist
Fours are defined by their belief that they are different from other people, and by their feelings of envy for what others have. Fours have the sense that something is missing from their lives, and they worry that they will never have the happiness that other people experience.
You know, I think this describes me well, but I always thought other people were like that too!
Inner Happiness—And The Saboteur
The Article For Last Week
I have been writing bits and pieces about the Eighth Step to Happiness, and the way this can help alcoholics in recovery. I will publish it soon.
And now for something …well, different.
In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love, she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all
— Bob Dylan, “Love Minus Zero / No Limit” (1965) **
love alwaz
mike
*Mark Manson
** ― Bob Dylan, Lyrics, 1962-2001