These days, I catch myself caught up in virulent anger toward monstrously unjust social systems that most people either pardon outright or never think to question: the exploitation of adjuncts in American academia, the defunct American medical system, the inescapable trap of poverty and welfare in capitalist democracy, the common religious belief that righteousness equals prosperity/happiness/wellbeing/health.
And in quieter moments, I wonder at the endless connectivity of the human body with its universal environment. I think I'll write about caring for the body someday.
In between, I never intend to not write, but there must be time for sleep.
Longterm plans seem a luxury so extravagant that mindfulness is suddenly a convenience rather than an unmasterable skill.
"For now" must be good enough for now.