Friday Night

It's been a brief working week this week, a mere three days down the salt mine after the extended long weekend.  This weekend is another long weekend, this time for labour day, and another 3 days of relaxing before returning to the hustle and bustle.

So I am sitting here typing, while the girls are in the living room watching Gilmore Girls dvd's rather than enduring the incessant royal wedding coverage that seems to have sprouted on every TV channel just about.  In the meantime I am sitting back enjoying the joyous stream of cynicism and observation on twitter.

I will offer little in the way of commentary on the royal nuptials, I am happy for them and wish them a long and happy life together, however, having said all that, I would personally prefer that the television networks and news media in general refrain from their incessant need to bombard us with every single piece of trivial and tenuously related fluff they could lay their hands on at this time.  Some of us are getting a bit sick of it all, it doesn't engage us as viewers or readers, it just drives us to indifference and anger and we switch off.  There is other news in the world, as equally demanding of our consideration.

So then, after that rant, I am left with a problem.  Normally I try and write these posts to go somewhere and leave us all with something to think about and ponder and hopefully be inspired from.  Maybe not tonight, it's sometimes hard to feel positive and encouraged, and feel as though the weight of the waves is slowly drowning us and dragging us down into the depths, to the abode of Poseidon and Pluto.  Sometimes it feels like if you put on a brave face you are a fraud and you are dying inside because you feel like crap.  But sometimes you have to fake it till you make it, a theme that ties in with Poseidon (aka Neptune), who is the source of the stories we tell, the ocean of creativity.  We develop our own narratives and mythologies, culled from many sources, from what we were taught to believe by our families, by our friends, by society at large.  If it tells us we have no future, no hope, no purpose beyond being a cog in the machine, and if we tell ourselves that story is true, then how can we hope to rise above the truth we have made for ourselves?

So then, time to look at the stories we tell ourselves?  Maybe it's time to tell ourselves a new story, to begin to see that we have the ability to connect with a higher consciousness, and to see a better purpose for our lives, a new story we can tell ourselves.