Jon Meacham, the editor of Newsweek who was just interviewed on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart , emphasized that news without conflict is inherently boring. So the #%& be it! Once in a blue moon, I’ll take a big plate of boring over (for example) the manic configuring I’ve recently done in the name of professional freedom.
So pardon me if I bore you, dear reader. I just don’t have much to kvetch about right now. With three out of five grad school applications submitted, a steady line of work coming down the pipeline, and my yoga practice steadily rebuilding, I daresay things are feeling … good.
Gee whiz, is that bad for my blog stats?
Nothing can really rattle this feeling—not the looming economic recession, not the horrendous traffic in this city that isn’t my home, and not my desire to find the corner of the world that is. If there’s a crisis mounting, I’m blissfully unaware. Let’s just sit with that for a moment, shall we?
This is not to say that I won’t stir things up in the very near future. No, my friends. Change is an inherent part of life. But what kind of change?
Another news program–this time on NPR–discussed the nature of political change in Pakistan. The reporter from the international radio show “All Things Pakistan” was interviewed, commenting that in the country’s brief history, political change had not occurred without great upheaval, unrest, and general chaos. It was the process by which great things could be born.
Upheaval has undeniably been part of my own process, too. As I’ve modified jobs, addresses, and relationships, I’ve rocked many a boat. Like the Pakistani commentator, I’ve noticed that this method really works. Lately, though, I’ve been craving a softer experience. Am I getting lazy? Perhaps I just don’t like what all this upheaval is doing to my complexion. (Relocation stress gave me dreadful crows’ feet, for the record.)
Whatever the case, I’d like my next big life change to occur without absolutely rattling everything around me. I’m thinking of how in “The Last of the Mohicans”, the Native Americans (and even a few white people playing Native Americans) pad through the forest in their Hollywood-handmade moccasins without disturbing a single leaf. Cool, huh? They walk intently, quickly, steadily on their path, but they don’t make a sound.
How do I pad through life without a sound? How do I tell a story where there is no apparent conflict? Or do I just shut up and listen?
I know this: I am grateful for the sense of relative peace.