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Cat Bowls and Pig Skins By Frater M.O. | |
Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the Law.  The cat bowls are empty. Even the usual crumbs of Friskies (hairball formula) that surround the cat bowls are gone. They meowed at me, all morning in fact, waiting for their trusted servant to take care of them. I wasn't refusing but I wasn't answering either. The day is Super Bowl Sunday, a very important day. I ignored their howls well into the first half before I threw them out into the harsh cold of a mild California winter. I instructed them to catch rodents as I was much too busy watching millionaire athletes and daydreaming about how much better my life would be if I were one of them.As I watched the game and expensive beer commercials I feel sad. The team I (and most armchair quarterbacks) expected to do well, isn't. The sadness I feel is really not about my connection to a particular bunch of players who at the moment are not performing the way I had hoped. My sadness comes from what I was doing at that moment as I was glued to my maroon sofa with street scenes of Venice on the throw pillows. I made a promise to myself not to spend all weekend idling, watching others live out their dreams. Instead, I sat through hours of prognostication, analysis, pre-game interviews, celebrity predictions and horrifying indigestion by choosing 7-11 nachos as my main meal of the day. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I really cared about football like I did when I was in high school. That was before I blew-out both knees and realized little skinny kids shouldn't go for a career better suited for giants. I just wanted a reason to loiter, and Super Bowl Sunday is a great reason to stay glued to the sofa. When I think about it, it's not the Super Bowl's fault. Left to my own devices I will gladly put my life on hold and cross my fingers to see if Rikki Lake's studio audience will stop being so judgmental. All the while knowing I have a trillion more interesting things I could be doing. I just want to check out and the sofa is so comfortable and the television so predictable. Secretly I yearn for nothing more than comfortable and predictable. Perhaps this is why the vision of my "lucky lotto numbers" often overpowers my desire to take the extra step towards goals in other aspects of my life. It is funny that I delight in hearing about upheaval in my friends and families lives since I know it will lead to successes they may not yet see. I also revel in seeing change in others and in myself just so long as I don't have to do too much. I don't want to think about taking action. So I ask myself, is there ever a time when doing my True Will is about loitering? Perhaps, if I were one of those workaholic types that never gets any rest. This week I kept myself busy. I thought about how much effort I put into writing, paying my bills, doing my Will to the best of my ability and practicing the ABC's with my teeny daughter. I also have to honor how good a week it was and how inspired I became to do more of the same. I didn't even think about all the great reasons I could come up with for not making my life all that it can be. I guess success begets success. Wait! My team is making a comeback... Whoops! Another interception and my annoying cat Paco has found his way back home... rodent-less and still hungry. I would like to pretend that my cat's incessant meows finally broke me but I had to fall back on my truth of acting with intention. Once again I had to choose what I know works for me. So the television gets turned off, I put on my purple velvet hat... the one with the big bright yellow feather in it and I march off to take care of business, which includes writing this. I never turned the game back on and only later found out it was an exciting finish, which pissed me off. Maybe I could just take life easier, relax, enjoy the game and I don't have to work at being more, besides there is always tomorrow. After all, I do like the reclining position on the couch; chips and Ding Dongs are delicious. Unfortunately I just can't shake the desire to lead a better life. Here's a thought, maybe sports are just another ridiculous illusion that gives me the option to live my life or withdraw from it. Tough call. But one thing is for certain, the couch potato lifestyle is only a manifestation of my own fear of the unknown which is the catalyst for me not obtaining my goals or effectively being what the Universe wants of me. I can always find a distraction that prevents my growth if I allow it. Questions, comments and hate mail are strongly encouraged. By the way these thoughts do not necessarily reflect the ideals of Cor Lucis as a whole or its members... but they might. Love is the law, love under will.
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