I’ve gotten emails from people over the last days asking if everything is all right. Yes, everything is fine and I am grateful for your concern.
Mr. Blue Eyes has been here with me for the past month and he is in the final days of his visit, so I am spending every available moment with him. However, that is not an excuse for ignoring the commitment I set for myself here at The Miracle Journal.
So here goes…tonight I simply marvel at the magnificence of this man and the joy he is bringing to my life. He is such a good influence on me and I feel different with him.
He is a quiet, gentle and contemplative man. I manifest each of these qualities as well, but in ways that are extremely different. For me, each of them are transitory states of being. For him, they are the make up of his soul.
He does not watch television (which creates an extremely repetitive conversation each time I say to him, “Did you see…?” because the answer is pretty much always no. Which is mostly okay with me – except in the case of The Muppets. How is it okay that he’s NEVER SEEN THE MUPPET SHOW?!?!?!)
Anyway…the point was that for the last month I haven’t watched television. At all. And I haven’t missed it. There has been something so much sweeter and more wonderful to focus my attention on, and I’ve been happy to do so. It helps me to see that I use television as a time and attention-filler. Which isn’t necessarily always a bad thing – especially since my life has been spent in entertainment and it gives me a lot of joy – but I don’t need to watch nearly as much as I have. I can put limits on it and still be perfectly happy.
I’ve started thinking about how I will fill my time and attention as winter settles in and he heads home. I’ve made a couple of inquiries about activities I’d like to be involved in. I’m waiting to see if a big project, which will take a lot of time and attention, is destined to be. I’ve made the first step toward finding someone to do PR and marketing for my workshops (and I truly believe the adage that when you take one step, the universe takes 10 steps to meet you.)
None of which means that I’ll miss him any less. But all of which means that I’ll be in a stronger place to cope with missing him and live my life with joy and fulfillment during the time that we’re apart.
And I actually think that’s pretty darn healthy.
PS – If you suddenly have a desire to get your fill of The Muppets, watch this. I just did and laughed myself silly once again. :-) (Click here if you can’t view it in your browser.)