Happy New Year!
Masses are not headed for Times Square, bundled to protect themselves from freezing temperatures, in order to watch a ball to drop.
No parties are planned with ample supply of bubbly champagne to toast at the midnight hour.
Instead, in the Metro Detroit area, it’s a mild, partly sunny day in the mid-70’s, with a chance of rain over the weekend. It’s the last weekend in August – Labor Day weekend to be precise.
Mike, you’ve certainly flipped your lid. Either that or your compulsive behavior of being early to everything has kicked into overdrive. It’s four months until December 31st.
A lot of practices exist to get an over-thinking human out of his or her head. Running, meditating, yoga, sitting facing a wall in Zen meditation, probably cycling, skiing and a really good day golfing too. The best I’ve found have been meditation (find that ball of anxiety, skrunch it down and shove it out of visual range) and Improv comedy, and I think that Improv is winning. You can sit on a cushion all day and still be up in your head, over-thinking, but you can’t do that and fake flowing in the moment in an improvised scene.
I found very late last night, after performing in the Improv class show (and dominating it a bit, never send a hammy lawyer who grew up on Mel Brooks onto a stage without retaining use of a hook to get her off) that July 28 is also the birthday of one of the great artists of all time, Jesuit priest and masterful poet of nature and spirit, Gerard Manley Hopkins. Personal favorites of mine are The Windhover (here) and Pied Beauty (here).