It’s cool under my mother-in-law’s house. Here and more important writing I feel free even safe. The thump and crack of my youngest’s gymnastics on the floor upstairs is background. Loud voices, television, blend with the whoosh of cars from the street farther down the hill. Into my thoughts of the day. I email my CPA, talk to my son, text my mom, view a LinkedIn post and a Facebook photo. I feel the freedom to write or not and the texture of the moment, of my breath as I lie back on this little bed my wife’s mom has down here. Making the feel of the moment mine.
Earlier I finished Tom Cruise’s Edge of Tomorrow. No need. Partway through it was clearly about taking control of the moment. You let life carry you along or you take charge. Tom Cruise gets the opportunity to try over and over. Getting it right could take ten tries. Or, despite the repeated chances it may never happen. One could just take a half-step back, slow down, and do it now. All I have to do is take control enough to feel it, to know I’ve done it…
When I’m not in control…is that when I’m uncomfortable with the way things are going, as when I’m with family and my situation seems out of balance because the kids are screaming, I’m tired and something seems missing? Or is losing control when I feel good, like while playing a computer game or watching a movie? If the latter, being in control is more difficult to test than just noticing that I feel good. That could be taking control if I were purely a hedonist. I’ve decided writing, reflecting and looking at sunsets is taking charge, but not because it’s hedonistic, because it’s a practice. And taking charge happens in the actual moment, not just from stepping back. It’s about technique. The act is everything. Take perspective; take action.
I could start a new vignette now at Cafe Strada. Touchpoint: years ago my wife and I would walk here from the other end of town. We’re closer now and I come with my children who listen to the students. It was blazing hot while I worked on my taxes, ate and walked. It was hot at home and the kids fought. My wife was calm, thank God, but it was not cool there and no escape from the day though still early. The early evaporated into consultation with my CPA and the next thing I knew I was across UC campus at Strada with my daughter on her bike and it was after six and she was pretty much not interfering with my writing. And it was cool.