That’s the modern version of Elvis’ ditty about living large (my new running shoes have neat blue gel mid-soles). I’m stretching in today’s blog, spit-balling to come up with something meaningful to share with you. I parked my next creation, a poem about [hah – do you really think I’m gonna tell you?!] because too much sappiness brings out the Calvin and Hobbes reaction in me! Gag!
Back to talking about ‘faking it,’ there are places and times, gentle reader, where pretending to be Real while living large could get you in a whole world ‘o trouble (ye who date, beware). We all should live meaningful lives, but that’s impossible to do 24x7. But lilting through the morning’s bus ride to Led Zeppelin, with Robert Anthony talking about “hearing words but I could not relate,” now that resonates, that sparks something meaningful about living small.
In the dissonance of our lives, led in a cacophony of competing imperatives to do this/that/the other, I find living creatively may just be the best approach. My friend, Mountain Man of MT, lives as he speaks, as he dreams and bounces between his business travails and among relationships with the unique personalities in his orbits. Living nuttily would be his take on the trick of the tail his life has become!
Signposts might be a better analogy to my life than my new running shoes (talk around living slowly). We often see signs telling us things but we’re living rapidly, we miss them and go on into the future. It’s time to end this pointless languid rumination about ways to live, and get on with my late May work week. Au revoir and live smartly this week.