Sometimes it feels like all I do is solve problems and worry about stupid shit. As I have aged, I have started taking the time to notice the lilacs blooming by my front stoop. The smell is a yearly reminder of the fresh start that spring can bring.
Four times a year, I carve out time to go sit by Buckingham Fountain and listen to Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. I always pick the same bench and take in the same view of the skyline from the seasonal angle…
…Chicago blooming in spring, dancing in the summer, bursting in autumnal glory, and softening for the winter bite.
That’s not solving life…..
….That’s experiencing it.
Today, I’m going to slice a fresh loaf of bread and watch my friends play rugby. Two things that I love to do.
The weather will still be windy. Spring’s volatility continues, as warm fronts and cold fronts maul for position. Even nature is trying to solve a few problems while reminding us to experience the gusto.
The Cubs throttled the Sox yesterday up at Wrigley. I once thought that to be a problem, but when I realized I can’t solve bad pitching and poor batting….
Ah Fuck it, it’s only a game and hey, we got the Pope!
Go be astonished and don’t blow away.
