This bedroom is in one of the houses on Strawberry Hill, a retreat in Jamaica's Blue Mountains. It might be the most beautiful place on earth.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Sometimes, I catch myself putting a spin on things, acting as if it's all peachy. I realize now I did that yesterday, talking about my job. The truth? It changes every moment, and today I'm clenched because the control freak in me is having to surrender as usual to the litany of undecided and unresolved and unknown. Nothing sticks. It's all in flux every moment. Like life itself, I suppose. Which means yesterday was good because I deluded myself. Or perhaps I just managed to stay in the moment. Today, however, reality is kicking my ass. Can I go back to bed now? I'm thinking some place that looks like this.