Hello and welcome to Musing Interruptus. Thank you for clicking and thank you for listening. What a year. That was rough.  I catch myself saying, that is a me problem. I am always surprised when someone says, no, that is a we problem. Unexpected softness. We all know how rough it can get. Being fortunate doesn’t just mean enjoying the good things, it also means having the ability to see the softer part. The one brought by people who give a little more kindness, sometimes it is time, others it is resources. It can be our turn to be the softness, others, we are fortunate enough to be embraced. With a little help from my friends, said the Beatles and even better sung by Joe Cocker (I am open to that discussion). Today I got the best and worst news and decided to change everything I was writing. You didn’t need to know that, but I’m telling you. Tis the season to remember: it is ok to change your mind, to say you are sorry, to improve and do better. I don’t know if this was  better than what I wrote in the morning, but here goes nothing:
Impasse. Finality. Time is invented and relative and a river and we are fish in that river. If you are Doc Brown and Marty Mcfly, you move around time.
Impasse. There is no moving forward from an impasse. We don’t use it to talk about the passing of time, seconds, minutes, years, decades. We use that word to describe an issue or position in a negotiation where there is no wiggle room. I’m sure there are cases where this is an absolute. There is no negotiating certain positions, no matter how good a teacher, negotiator, orator or storyteller. Time passes and so do people. That was the bad news today. Today of all days. You can’t negotiate with death.
Sometimes there are issues that feel like an impasse. In negotiation we teach strategies, speak of perspective, understanding the other side’s positions, needs, interests. Looking at the metaphorical pie, making it bigger. Perspective is a great thing. I believe most anything can be negotiated. Death and time are not such things. Two reminders that courage and a lust for life need to be nurtured. That is life and death.
Reaching the end of the year is not always a time for ecstatic celebration. Time is relentless, we are in motion, we lose, we mourn, the best or maybe the worst, our bodies have memory. You can remember what your lover made you feel a year ago, two years ago because your body remembers. That song on the radio might take you back to a moment you thought long gone, but your body remembers. It wasn’t your brain giving you the memory  per se, it was your body who remembered, then you got the memory image. Last year’s loss is not easy. This year’s losses might leave you not really wanting to celebrate. That is ok. Hear me out, if you are feeling this way, lets make it a we problem, if you don’t like my perspective, you can throw it out. If you do… tell me. Ok…. to the point and in a nutshell… Cont. Reading

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