I don’t really want to write a post about Kanya West (the ass), or Patrick Swayze, god rest him.  I don’t want to write about the Palin speech being closed to media (this shouldn’t surprise anyone), or the fact that Tina Fey got acknowledgement of her superb parody of the ex Alaskan governor*this shouldn’t surprise anyone either).  I really don’t want to write anything about the Joe Wilson shout (yet another ass), and health care is a done subject for me (chaos in action)

I find myself without topic at the moment.  What is a writer supposed to do without topic?  Clearly that is an absurd question, as life offers up the most amazing buffet of topics to write about; a banquet of fodder.  Yet I find myself not motivated by any of it. 

A good friend of mine quit his job yesterday.  He told me when he quit that all the anxiety and stress seemed to drain away and yet he felt badly about quitting…as though he’d done something wrong.  The job was more for his fulfillment than money, so that wasn’t a big issue in deciding to quit.

I wrote back telling him that as far as I was concerned, the fact that all his stressful symptoms disappeared was a clear indication that his time there had come to an end.  He wrote back, really getting it; motivated by his decision.  That felt good.  Too many people seem to be swimming in a quagmire of neutral feelings, numb from the exertion.

Yet, daily I read about or hear about people (friends and family included) who stopped swimming…stopped fighting the current and have found that the crap happening in their lives seems to melt away…taken with the current.  Going with the flow is really the only choice ultimately.  It’s soul exhaustion to try fighting it, as so many people do.  Let go and Let God…that’s a favorite AA expression and it’s so true.  With or without the god part, eventually we have to let go and know inside that it will all work out.  The harder we fight the flow, the harder it gets.  Letting go is a positive step.