Content
Are you content with your content? Today I am. I’ve hit a sweet spot, an ephemeral oasis wherein I feel quite satisfied with the confluence of ambition, urgency, and productivity. It’s tempting to break the contentment by examining its content. But if I can learn something, that’s worth the risk, right?
Let’s look, shall we? You at yours, and me at mine. Close our eyes and see.
Okay, so even a cursory inspection has revealed a few things.
First is Roe v. Wade. That is perspective. At face value, writing and abortion rights may appear entirely dissimilar. But when you think in terms of creativity, generation, birthing, and who gets to control your rights to those things, they have a lot in common. Irrespective of that, though, it’s a potent reminder (as is the continuous onslaught of Ukraine by Russia) that there are very terrible things happening in the world outside.
Then I saw, inside, the fact that my wife recently got a huge promotion, the financial dimension of which is right around my number, 300. So that takes some pressure off.
Also, there’s a few areas of life I’m deeply involved in outside of speculative literature and grousing over the state of creative decline in the early 21st Century human experience. And when those get busy, that pulls my attention away from this some.
And then there’s my kids, the best part of my life. My youngest just turned six and is simply over the moon about it, so our house has been a very happy one.
I’m also on HRT, which is steadily improving my emotional life. The way my memory works may be changing—and my previously fantastic recall diminishing in acuity—but the tradeoff is worth it. It’s easier to take notes than to constantly soothe turbulent feelings.
So that’s me and the content of my feeling content with my content.
What did you see when you looked inside?
Xoxo,
T
