Feedback Friday :: Ode to Joy

work completed :: 7 copywriting jobs / 5 hours of teaching
hours of Dutch learning :: 0. I did, however, take possession of a Dutch language text book and a few children’s books. So it’s only a matter of time. And effort. As always.
physical exercise :: 1 gym visit
metaphysical exercise :: 14 metaphysical gym visits
cleansing ceremonies :: 1
routine adhesion :: 10%
money owed to Donald Trump :: none
days spent in new home :: 22
rooms painted :: 2
dinners hosted :: 1
plants received :: 3
week 40/52 overall rating :: 9

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Here I am. I’ve been busy. Since last we spoke, I have:

* spent a week in England spreading nothing but overwhelming joy

* hosted a friend here for a week, dispersing unto him wisdom and wicked great warmth

* started practising humility (not that I need to practise – I’m naturally good at it. I have all the best humility.)

* moved into a flat that I really love

* accepted my fate in Amsterdam as an illegal immigrant (for now at least, and not because I want to be, because I don’t – but fuck it: it is what it is and I reckon I’d be a fool not to embrace it – but let’s not mention it again)

* committed myself to a religious faith

* been poisoned multiple times by giant waxy monkey frog venom

* smeared my face with haemorrhoid cream

* begun (in semi-earnest) the embuffening process

Alas, my October routine has been stymied by the simple physical fact of how long it takes to decorate a flat. It took longer than anticipated to fill and paint the living room and spare bedroom – or the West Wing, as it kind of is – and I have allowed this to put the brakes on my various campaigns, reasoning that everything has to be right before the New Regime can be properly launched. It’s a classic excuse, of course, and I gravitated into it easily, instinctively and ultimately rather poignantly.

Ergo, plans for the copywriting company I have determined to set up and begin earning from this month will have to wait. As will plans for the refurbed website I hope to launch on Wednesday 14th December.

But the full-flat semi-renovation continues apace, and everything will be very right very soon.

I’ll let you know.

Now. On Wednesday afternoon I wrote this for you but never got round to posting it. Or indeed finishing it. Anyway, here it is here:

I’m just back from cycling home, across town, east to west.

It was one of the finest cycle journeys I’ve ever had, and not because it was new to me – I do it, or something very close to it, very regularly. But today was special.

Before I go any further, here’s a thing you should know, if you didn’t already, which you probably didn’t: I’ve started practising Nichiren Buddhism again. This time in full earnest. Which is to say, with ritualistic rigour.

I’ll talk more about it in the future, for sure, because it’s fascinating and hugely important to me, but for now let me just say that the combination of moving to a new city, finding somewhere outrageously pleasant to live and rediscovering the intense joy of ritualised positivity has left me feeling ludicrously cockahoop.

Having met a few more Buddhists last night and having decided to get more seriously involved, today has felt incredibly … I don’t know, ‘right’ is probably the best word. I chanted for an hour this morning at a friend’s house. I’ve been doing this most days for the past few weeks, but this morning it felt particularly right. I felt like I’d made progress. My understanding of what I’m doing and how it works was greater. Consequently, my connection to everything felt stronger. I chimed.

So. Cycling across the city just now, in full chime, was a riot of pleasure. The wind was high and the sun was positively blazing. I had been irritated by inconsiderate people getting in my way on the outward journey this morning and I had consequently been disappointed by my irritation. On the way back, however, nothing could dent my wholehearted dedication to loving the fuck out of everything. Indeed, I was repeatedly struck hard and with visceral joy by the absolute wonder of various things

… goosebumps standing out on the arm of a passing woman as the sun dipped briefly behind a Simpsons-like cloud …. some powerfully evocative but wilfully elusive aroma, a sweet warm thing that took me back to my childhood, or some fictional childhood I saw in a film and took onboard as my own … Samuel L Jackson’s giant face, slightly contorted in a shop window … a full-size woman made from bronze standing on a ledge high on some building … the communication between cyclists, when things go wrong, and when they go right – either way, that connection, especially when the sun is out and the wind is high, is incredibly intoxicating….

So yeah, that was a lovely day. But they’re all pretty good these days. I feel very fortunate at the moment.

Speaking of which, tonight I will also commit to my first Daime ceremony. I am very much looking forward to seeing, with those eyes.

Oh, also, I asked someone out sometime last week and was refused and it was a thoroughly splendid experience. I felt no nerves and I felt no embarrassment. It was all thoroughly positive. Even the ‘no’ was positive. Kind of. OK, too far. But it was good. I feel much less afraid than I used to. And where there is no fear, there is ever more possibility.

CHORES.

THESE ARE MY CHORES. THINGS I AM HEREBY PLEDGING TO HAVE ACHIEVED BY NEXT FRIDAY. CHORES COME IN CAPITALS.

BY THIS TIME NEXT WEEK I WILL HAVE:

* PAINTED THE REST OF THE FLAT

* SET UP MY DESK IN THE BEDROOM

* PERCEIVED THE WORLD IN AN ENTIRELY NEW WAY

* BOUGHT A VACUUM CLEANER

I hope you have a truly golden weekend/week/life. Tell me something.

Anon!

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