Wrote this a couple weeks back … not sure why it hadn’t posted.
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“Peace and Love.”
That’s the phrase to utilize on 7/7 every year. It’s truly more than that - it’s a mantra to live by.
Or to try to live by.
Let’s face it. There are myriad externalities that churn into a massive ball of stressors. We struggle with our interpersonal relationships and work commitments as we fight to present our best selves. Say nothing of the internal struggles and vacillation of one’s “worth.” That’s a longer missive for another time - measuring systems, validation and seeking approval and all.
But this one’s about swiping that to the side with the speed and dexterity of a fearsome NFL pass rusher.
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Sometimes you need to just pause, select an artist and let the playlist be your guide. I got some great work in, a thriller with England over Denmark in the semifinals of the Euro2020 tournament and I streamed myriad Ringo Starr songs.
Sir Richard Starkey turned 81 on Wednesday. I celebrate the Beatles catalog and have always revered the stylings of Ringo’s solo career. My daughters and I have seen Ringo and his All-Starr Band twice, and his appearance at a 2019 Paul McCartney show in LA remains a near-religious experience.
So, dialing up myriad live renditions of “Photograph,” “It Don’t Come Easy,” and “With A Little Help From My Friends” put me in the proper mindset to dominate a day. I whipped up a beautiful chicken divan, took a long stroll with the dog and crushed a four-hour national radio run on FSR.
Positivity. On Wednesday, the dips on my roller coaster - a crude analogy, without a doubt - seemed to pass more quickly, and I leaned into the turns. There’s no promise that Thursday will be a repeat. But I’ll try.
But for a moment … I present the legend of “I’m The Greatest.”
