A-to-Z with D

The following was written months ago, between H and I, but wasn't posted because it wasn't perfect enough to share with the hypothetical masses.  Given the theme of the next post I intend to write I'm #laterposting this in all of its imperfect glory. Start: Today I caught up on a dear friend's blog.  I make sure to read every post he writes and had fallen woefully behind.  By ten posts to be exact.  Your definition of "productive" may be different than mine, but I considered that a worthwhile hour. Reading his blog made me think about my own.  Specifically about how I never write in it.  One of his posts explicitly listed the number of and titles for the topics he has queued up in his mind but hasn't put pen to paper on. I should mention that this guy is on post #351.  (Well, technically #350 since today's audit discovered he skipped #344.  What a slacker.)  The total number of my posts is a rounding error in his total, so I'm not sure...

I've been contemplating life a lot over the past six months or so.  My life, human life, purpose, meaning, short-vs-long-term happiness, the pros and cons of intentional living vs. going on autopilot.  Overthinking at a micro scale is one of my fortes. I hand-wrote the following on an October 2018 flight.  Regardless of the admittedly-low point I was at last Fall, the sentiment still resonates with me.  Capturing the words here for posterity. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I love flying.  Staring out the window as we make our ascent always gives me a refreshed view on life.  Reminds me how insignificant our individual problems and concerns are.  Even the bigger ones - local, regional, by country, worldwide.  How much does any of it matter?  This hunk of rock I'm staring at has been floating around its pocket of infinite space for what, four bill...