humbled

Live and learn.
Absolutely crazy move. Had a little bit of everything.. Unliftable boxes, scattered photographs in the lobby, dead car batteries, skipped meals, a little sweatin :) We even got locked IN at the old apt. Good times.

Many a lesson to be learned. Preparation, time management, follow up. Oh, and 11 month old babies do not help with moving at all. In fact... raahight. Friends on the other hand do help - much appreciated.

Sitting at work and RESTING :) Glad we are done, and looking forward to getting the place up and running.

Very humbling.

everyone is insane.. some more than others

There I was, standing in my boss' office, listening to his brainstorming of how I should deal with an issue that came up with a new account launch. Nothing earth shattering. And yet.. important enough to analyze the various ways we could proceed, and keep repeating the key points over and over. And then, in a flash of absurd awareness, he sighs and says: "God, I am repeating myself over and over. You must find me soo annoying!"

My eyeballs, which at that moment were rolled up, suddenly rolled back down and bulged a little. WTF, I thought, as thoughts of Socrates and an examined life suddenly made everything much more interesting. Could it be?! Did my manager just take a small step towards transcending his own monkey brain? I was eagerly awaiting the logical conclusion, something close to: "You know what to do, go do it."

Not so fast. Awareness disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Poof, gone. My boss was BACK, better than ever! "Ok, so what I would do, is call blah blah and email blah and cc blah and make sure that blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Oh, and remember, we need to blah blah blah blah. OR. Let me see. Hmm. Maybe we should blah blah blah."

My eye balls are tired of rolling.



So. Presented with clear glimpses of our own insanity, why do we so often chose NOT to examine it deeper? To ponder fresher, more mindful ways of thinking and acting. How honest are we with ourselves, really?

WHO IS DRIVING THE BUS?

cruisin

Alvie started crawling. It happened the weekend of her turning 10 months. Poolside, on a blanket, trying to reach some random blue thing.

Incredible to watch the tipping point of discovery. Lean forward, get up on one knee, almost take off with the other, sit back down. Repeat 20 times. And then, however jittery, the second knee takes off and Alvie takes a little step, eyes gleaming with concentration and wonder. She then sits back down, relaxes into a huge smile, and joins the applause. And so begins the great crawlin.

Coming back to earth from the sublime joy, wife and I quickly understood two things.

One - gotta watch her even more now. I couldnt believe how quickly Alvie can start at point A and end at point B - head first. Gravity 101 for her, and Change 701 for us.

Two - once in the crib, Alvie proceeds to roll, crawl back, and sit up in all of about 2 seconds. Every time. Ah, Alvie, dearest, its 10pm. Why dont you give mommy and daddy a hint of free time. A whiff. Maybe a gentle breeze from Free Time city. Pretty please? My Sinatra interpretations are now useless..

All part of the struggle. Sublime, ordinary, difficult, effortless. All changing, all flowing. And yes, the struggle is enough. And then some.