After a long break from blogging, I’m back. My ideas have bubbled to the top and here I go:
This Is Not A Critique Of The Media
I dedicate the majority of my days tracking the news. It’s part of my PR job. I wish it weren’t. The rapid rabid updates about every living breathing thing or issue has left me feeling a bit angry, cynical and sad. The world seems a very mean place. Do all the rumors, talk shows, Twitter updates, and headline mobile alerts do anything to improve my personal sensation of “well being?”
Everyone has an obligation to educate themselves about important issues. But must I track every move in congress, reactions to every “mean spirited” quote, and every tragedy in such detail?
I Don’t Blame The Media
If I were in a comfy leather chair at this moment and a therapist told me I was a news addict and should do something about it, I doubt I could. I like the rush of being one of the first to know. Perhaps it comes from a deep-seated fear that if I’m not on top of the headlines, the world might spin off its axis and we’d all die. Now that’s arrogance.
Made to be easily broken, my personal resolution, as it has been over and over and over again for the last several years, will be to go on a news diet. A 50 percent cutback. Whenever you kick a habit, I’m told you must replace it with something to be successful. What should I do? Knit? Read novels? Take up tatting? Take a walk? Talk face-to-face (gasp) with friends? Cook a great meal? Play with my pets? Stay current with long time friends?
Inspired By Radio
Driving slowly through rain wet streets today, I accidentally turned on NPR and heard the poetry of Rumi, a 13th century mystic, being read. Once home, I went to the Website, anxious to download the program. There I saw an unattributed quote that moved internal mountains:
“Time is limited and the water is flowing anyway. Drink before you fall to pieces.”