August 2004

This Came Across My Inbox

None of us can really know when our time will come. But when that time does come, when we have to let go of this body, will we be ready? Will we be ready to let go freely and fearlessly? Or will we leave this life grasping to hold on to unfulfilled desires and fears that have never been faced? It all depends on how we are living right here, right now, in this very moment. We are never going to be able to die fearlessly if we can’t live fearlessly. Almost every day we have opportunities to embrace life fully, to be authentic and free from pretense, to do the right thing for the right reasons and to rise to the highest. But do we take those opportunities? Usually not, because we think we still have time. Unfortunately most of us have to suffer a great deal before it begins to dawn on us that we really don’t have time, and the most important thing is that we give everything right now. Imagine that we knew we were going to die tomorrow. Perhaps then we would recognize that every second counts. To be ready to die, we have to be ready to live. To live with such care, humility, passion and fearlessness that the future disappears in the fullness of the eternal present. Only then will the precious time we have in this human form be able to make a real difference in this world.
–Andrew Cohen

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Get It Before It’s Gone!

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Of Desks, Jury Duty & Meetings

Things are going well. My friend Michael is in town this week. He, Courtland and I may go up to Sonoma this weekend, or maybe not. I got rid of my old desk and got a new one from IKEA that closes everything away when I don’t want to look at it. It took forever to put together, but I had fun doing it. the rest of my room is still a wreck but I’m not stressing over it. I’m slowly going through things because (and this hasn’t happened in forever), I actually have time to do it. Amazing. I love this unemployed thing.

I had jury duty today. For the first time ever. You go down to this big grey building lit with flourescent light, go up to the third floor (Room 307) navigate through marble halls into a room with torn green carpeting to give your piece of paper to a (remarkably) friendly attendent and are told to go wait in other room. The other room is a big room filled with rows upon rows of chairs with some scattered tables and more chairs. Another person came in, called out names (of which mine was one) and we filed downstairs to the second floor to…

Department 13.

Yes, spooky isn’t it? Department 13, as it turns out, just is another boring court room with walls paneled in a sickly yellow wood with creaky seats. Another roll call. The judge came in, explained the case, and said anyone that had extenuating circumstances who couldn’t be a juror should stay and write up an explaination. Everyone else come back tomorrow at 1:30 for jury selection. So tomorrow I go back. Exciting!

And I had a business meeting with a potential client at lunch. WTF? I thought i was supposed to be on sabbatical! Oh well, when work finds you and it’s from a person you like, what do you do? Nothing concrete yet, and it’s only one project, but we shall see.

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