Unfortuitously, the day the episode on life transitions was recorded, I was unceremoniously fired from a teaching gig I’d been a part of since the founding of that particular establishment. Consolations are unnecessary. That relationship was doomed (heh) from the onset. Any job in which I am working for someone else other than myself, is inherently one that is not sustainable. It’s too much like indentured servitude. They offered to keep me on as substitute, if I, in the parlance of our times, bend the knee. But the, uh, the idea of kneeling, it’s- You see, blowing the minds of all those students of yours has, uh, well it’s left a nasty cramp in my leg, so kneeling will be hard for me.
This venture also had that unfortunate habit of calling it’s employee’s, family. Eww.
Transitions should be like breathing; flowing from one to the next. Occasionally, the rhythm or pacing gets wacky but for the most part they are just as important. Someone once asked Jerry Seinfeld what his favorite Seinfeld episode was. He responded by saying it was like asking someone what their favorite breath of air is. To which the only answer is, “whatever one it is that gets me to the next one.” Today’s, uhh, involuntary transition was just another one of those breaths. Except this one happened to come out of the other end.
I suppose if someone were to ask us what our favorite Mindfulness of Doom episode was, in answering, I would be performing some sort of self harm. Each one has a piece of me in it. To choose one over another would be masochism. The smart thing would be to be diplomatic about it. Brian and I have discussed this. The best episode is always the most recent one. We are blind to the faults of our progenies. At least in public. It’s like being asked which of your offspring is your favorite. It’s taboo. You’re not suppose to have an answer to that question. But I do. It’s this one. You might not agree, but I have made a study of such things.
~I try to have an open mind, but your brain and your mouth must not be connected.