From Mourning to Transcendence?

Last night, I went to type a letter on my typewriter. Yeah, I have a typewriter, a beautiful 1938 Corona Sterling was manufactured here in Syracuse the same year my dad was manufactured here in Syracuse.

I saw that the spacebar was cracked in half and the carriage would not move.

We've had contractors replacing our windows. It has been an unpleasant experience. The contractor is unreliable to say the least, but we've given him money and need to ride this out. A worker must have dropped a tool on the typewriter and not told us. So it goes.

Last night, I mourned the broken typewriter, just sat staring at it. I mourned too our choice of contractor and was stuck there a while.

Then I searched the net for typewriter repair. The guy an hour away who previously worked on the machine seems to be out of business. I sent email to Albany, Philadelphia, and a couple other places, still stuck in mourning.

This morning, I have replies from folks confident they can do the work.

Also this morning, I read Leo Babauta's "Transcendent: Take on Work & Life from Another Level" about seeing transcendence in the everyday. I realized that I sent a message, almost a prayer, out into the ether last night and this morning have a choice of two ways forward.

Pretty transcendent stuff.

I encourage you to find the wonder in those experiences of frustration or disappointment. They're not signs of failure, but just more to practice with.

I'll continue to be frustrated and disappointed with our contractor, but maybe this is my chance to practice with seeing wonder not just out there in the world but inside of myself as I move forward from mourning to action and, perhaps, to resolution and progress.

Steps

Woke this morning and made coffee like every morning. I counted the steps involved and it turns out there are so many:

Fill the kettle and set it to boil. Pull down scales, decanter, beans, filter, small bowl, spray bottle, and mug. Measure 21 grams of beans into the bowl, spray, and grind. Place the filter in the decanter and rinse with boiling water. Dump ground coffee into the filter, shake to level, make a well in the center, and zero the scale. Pour 70 grams of boiled water and start the timer. Swirl the decanter or stir. Wait 30 seconds. Add another 70 grams of water. Wait 15 seconds, add 70 grams more, and repeat until the scales read 350 grams. Put away coffee beans, bowl, spray bottle, and scales. Wait for the coffee to drip. Compost the filter, pour the coffee, rinse the decanter, and enjoy.

I make more complicated coffee than pod coffee people, but I like complication and steps. This morning the process reminded me that while complexities abound and seem daunting, the steps are simple as pouring beans and boiling water. Taking steps, one after another, becomes routine, no big deal, and the coffee gets better the more I practice.

Seems like the idea of taking steps might apply to more than just coffee.

Purpose, Greatness

Just watched three episodes of The Bear and in one Cousin talks about purpose, how he wonders if he has one in what they're doing. All the characters are struggling as they work toward something spectacular, something worthy. They all seem to be trying to prove something to someone. Sydney to her father and dead mother. Carmen to his dead brother, Mikey, and to an idea he holds of himself. Cousin to his daughter and Mikey and maybe Carm.

Which gets me thinking who I'm trying to prove myself worthy of. I'm sitting here, ten-thirty at night, typing words no one will read. Trying to impress somebody. Anybody. I hearing the tone and tempo of The Bear. I'm thinking about a book I tried to make for my wife. Printed pages I tried to bind without knowing how. Half-assing it.

That's a present she never liked. One story was "Nancy," about me trying to work up the nerve to kiss a girl. Never got there. Didn't think I was worthy. Couldn't figure out how to impress her. I didn't need to impress her. I needed to kiss her. She was waiting. Seems so simple now.

The Bear gets me thinking about my work too. I want the community center to be great. I want it to be big. But here's the problem: I want to be seen as having made it great. I still want to be worthy. That's the wrong way around. You don't become great because you want to be great. You do it by not giving a shit about your own worth and just doing the work.

A guy I know a little does the work, as far as I know, but he blows his own horn so fucking much I can't stand him. I don't want to be like that. I want to cultivate greatness in others and myself, but I feel overwhelmed so much of the time. I worry I'm doing it all wrong when I should just kiss the girl already.

Purpose? It might be to let go. Believe but don't hold on. Accept not expect. Do what I can right now. And quit worrying so much about myself. It's not supposed to be about me.

Greatness is always up ahead, over the horizon, across the river. It is the very model of moving goal posts. Greatness is in what I can't or haven't yet achieved. Even if I do achieve some measure of greatness I know it's something I'll likely lose.

The purpose has to be something other than greatness. I'm a thousand miles away from understanding what my purpose and just as far from knowing much of anything about what greatness might be.

A Year, More and Less

Most every morning, I read one passage from Daily Doses of Wisdom. Yesterday, I read passage 351 of 365 and thought about how we mark years.

Someone I used to know scoffed at celebrating birthdays. "Why celebrate an orbit around the sun?" As if we need reasons for celebrations.

More and more, I'll take any excuse to celebrate.

In a couple weeks, I'll read passage 365, my New Year's Eve of Wisdom. My Daily Dose year, begun May 13, 2022 on passage 1, will end after a bit more than 365 days.

A year can be anything I choose. 365 days, 365 Daily Doses of Wisdom, or even some other number of something else. Whatever I choose for it to be, it's reason to celebrate.

The thing about finishing an orbit of the sun is that the orbit continues, another year begins. Around June 1, I'll return to Daily Dose #1 just as we return to January 1 each new year. That passage like every first of January will be new and familiar, both at the same time.

If nothing else, that freshness combined with comfortable familiarity is worthy of celebration.

Wherever you are, whenever you're reading this, I say, Happy New Year. Let's pop some champagne, share a warm embrace, and sing in the new beginnings as we continue our path around a star that keeps us warm and lights the way through an otherwise cold and dark universe.