chalking it up
A painful interaction with a friend I thought I knew well sent me scrambling for meaning last week. Somewhere between my WWJD/Buddhist thought/Universal wisdom processing and the feedback from my been-around-the-block-together friends, I found my answer on how to proceed. Can’t say it’s comfortable, but I can say it’s compassionate.
But what’s really interesting is the larger thought threshold it has caused me to cross: how do we decide where to invest our energy, our hearts, our lives?
We learn early on, with the death of a first pet, that we’re not in control of the outcome. For most of us, though, knowing we will outlive these devoted friends and experience the grief again…and again…does not outweigh the gifts they deliver in the everyday.
We learn through our careers that countless hours invested in a major project can yield a pitiful ROI. But that doesn’t keep us from getting excited about the potential of the next. And, ultimately, being able to laugh with co-conspirators about past failures.
And I think I’m learning a bit more all the time about return that comes when we simply stand in the moment and create for that moment. What comes later will be what it is. Protect against the loss and you lose more than the tangibles. Rather like the amazing chalk pictures my friend Rene recently shot down on Larimer Square–including the one, above.
What was visible and “real” one hour was washed away the next. But what the artist learned in the process will guide the next drawing.
Best I got on a Wednesday morning. 😉
Photo: (c) 2012, Rene Doubleday