Flasback to January 2010:
Now that my aching breast has been dispensed with, my armpit aches. Bummer. I'm worried about this new development. But I try to focus on work instead, try to think up ways to keep the daily grind meaningful. Creative ways. Inspired ways. Good luck you, chump, I say to myself.
I want my work to be, as the Buddhists would say, my right livelihood, maybe even my spiritual practice. I think a lot about what it might mean to have a spiritual practice. I commit to walking the dog every day and manage to do so every other day. While I walk I take photos. Photography is my new hobby and, I am beginning to think, probably closer to a spiritual practice than my daily grind. But maybe not. Maybe I am wrong about that. Who knows? The Dalai Lama?
Or what about yoga? I often think about doing yoga, about starting to practice it religiously, not today of course but someday. Sometimes I attempt to do simple stretches, but if I stretch the wrong way my armpit begins to ache or my back goes kaput, and I immediately shift into reverse.