I hope this post finds you and brings you joy, peace, and/or action steps toward the demise of the Diabolical Forces in the Universe (DFUs).
Speaking of that, we are now in the single digits of the countdown for the 12 Days to the Demise of the DFUs, one of the high holidays of the Church of BWJ. Only 9 days (including today) remain. If you recall, the ritual of this holiday is to abstain from all social and mainstream media (SMSM) from April Fools Day until April 12, almost a fortnight. This detoxifies mind, body, and soul, resulting in disenfranchisement of the DFUs from your life (and - ideally - everyone's life!).
The festive holiday is loosely correlated with the Easter holiday observed by the other (arguably less cool) churches and religions. And it serves roughly the same purpose - to restore and rejuvenate good moral values and ethical goals. The DFUs despise these and work very hard to undermine them, using SMSM as the catalyst for their diabolical ends. So by abstaining from SMSM dutifully for the proscribed 12 days, you disempower the DFUs, making them vulnerable to the karmic forces that will be their undoing. I won't lie, abstaining from SMSM is no easy task. The stuff is highly addictive and hard to quit, which is perhaps why most people continue living in a chronic state of suffering and toxic grievance (the main symptoms of SMSM addiction).
Yesterday (Day 10 of the holiday) was a lighter marriage and family therapy counseling day for me. I had my Mindfulness for Therapists class in the morning, followed by a couple of client sessions in the early afternoon. Then I pounded out 40 solid minutes on the Peloton before whipping up a vegan pizza for dinner (I embellished a Salvatore's frozen vegan pie with diced yellow peppers, canned mushrooms, and a heavy helping of Miyokos liquid vegan mozzarella cheese). It fills me with no small measure of joy that the DFUs will never know the glory of a Salvatore's vegan pie thusly embellished. But they made their bed, so that's all I have to say about that.
After dinner, Deborah and I drove across town to see if we could catch a Wisconsin Film Fest film at the Barrymore Theater. We could not, because the line was ridic long and - on priciple - Deborah and I do not do ridic long lines. Instead, we popped into the nearby Bar Corallini for an overpriced vegan dessert, then went back home.
All of the above happened with ZERO consumption of SMSM. It feels pretty f**kin' good to be free of that s**t.
Fin.
