I’m listening to Coldplay as one child is downstairs watching The Emperor’s New Groove and the other is sitting next to me eating his breakfast. Jerry just left for work and I am trying to decide how this week is gonna go down.
I have to admit that I am really not feeling it today. I have a lot on my mind. We watched Blue Like Jazz last night instead of the crazy person who walked a tightrope across the Grand Canyon. It seemed like the whole world was watching just to see if he would make it.
I must be feeling particularly judgy because there is something about that man risking his life to do something so….meaningless that just really made me angry. Like. Angry. But why? Why does it make me so angry that a complete stranger is doing something that is obviously important to him? What’s it to me?
I don’t know.
All it takes a quick spin around the news websites or a walk downtown to show me there is a heck of a lot going right now. This? This is what has our attention? Really? It’s easy to get caught up in it all. I get that. I certainly enjoy things that are less than noble. But at what point do we just say enough is enough? Even as I write this, I know I am a hypocrite. Tomorrow I will tweet or Facebook something ridiculous that will contradict the whole point of this post.
When will we no longer be satisfied with distractions? At what point will we actually care enough about things that matter to take action?
I am frustrated with the human condition in myself, in our country, in the world. I guess it’s just one of those days when I wish I were better. I wish we were all better.
That’s the thing right? We are all trying so hard to push forward and self-improve and evolve that we are exhausted and we just accept the distraction because we can. Because it’s something other than all these things we stress over all the time. And then we get frustrated because that isn’t really what we want either. It’s a vicious cycle.
And so the frustration is here. But so is the desire to use it for something productive. It’s a lot for a Monday morning. But I’m listening.