Somehow, I am still very sick.
I am chalking this up to aging. I read recently that Steve Jobs has a brain that was the physical age of 27 when he died. He’d apparently made his brain reverse its aging through meditation. This is something I have heard in one form or another through various monks and such. None, however, point to anything that gets them over a basic sickness such as the flu with any speed. I have that flu.
I don’t find any joy in the feverish days and nights of sickness–especially at a time where my team is readying for a conference and I am all but powerless to help. I could and should take the time to work on my words, but I have not even been able to do that with any real mental strength. I have not been meditating, so I don’t have any of that Monk/Jobs sweet fire that everyone keeps on yapping about.
I do have a plan in theory to teach the elementary school class. I want to break the kids down into small groups, with each group responsible for an aspect of the story–Protagonist, Antagonist (I will use these terms but give secondary terms to help ease the transition into grown up language), Setting, some basic plot stuff (adventure, etc.) and I will give them a strategy to build stories themselves–leaving them with a ‘cheat sheet for storytellers’ that helps them carry the lesson on into the future. I really want what I teach these kids to last. I want it to stick.
What I want more than that is to get right physically. I’m a mess and I don’t know how to be a mess. I’ve spent years and years trying to overlook being sick and now that it is overwhelming me, I really have no framework on how to chill and take it.