Because I have to head to Little Washington tomorrow for Tim's memorial service, I had to get some raking done today. The leaves were pretty wet, but they need tackling nonetheless.
As my long-time readers will of course recall, raking is one of my blog's primal scenes. Here's my first reflection on the topic of raking, written just about 21 years ago. Raking and other yard and home maintenance task call forth thought, to be sure. What else is the brain going to do but meditate on such topics as evanescence and purpose?
Today my mind was drawn back to a moment a few weeks back when a client and I were settling in to eat some burritos at a picnic table out at Sidetrack. She says to me: "I am comforted to be getting to the place in life where none of it is my problem." On the one hand, I hear that and to a certain extent feel it too. Learning to let go of stuff once I leave a board or the like is undoubtedly good adulting and something I'm getting better at. On the other hand, am I ready to throw my hands up like that and abnegate responsibility altogether? For now, the answer remains no. I am probably getting to the point when I have at least the prospect of greater influence than ever before -- partially because so much of my life was fighting private wars so my accretion of influence was curtailed -- so I feel an obligation to make an effort.
But she is right that the time is closer than I care to admit that I will be entitled to just hang it all up and eat the proverbial bon bons on the couch.
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