I just woke up from a nightmare where I was lost, wandering around an unfamiliar city with two cell phones that did not belong to me and somebody else’s water bottle which looked like mine, unable to remember anything I needed to get to some place safe, and I kept saying out loud, “I don’t know what to do.”
I did know what to do. I woke up from the nightmare.
I just now got a message on this laptop that says, “Your disk is almost full.” I don’t know what to do.
I did know what to do. I deleted some stuff.
Sometimes I don’t know what to do when desperate people tell me that they don’t know what to do.
I do know what to do. I listen and let them know they are not alone.
I don’t know what to do when I’m
angry,
disappointed,
lost,
frustrated,
hopeless,
confused,
desperate,
depleted,
alone,
purposeless,
mistaken, or
in pain.
I do know what to do. I write a blog post every morning.
I don’t know what to do if none of my photos from another ordinary/extraordinary yesterday relate to today’s topic.
I don’t know what to do about finding the right video for this post.
I do know what to do. I recorded this last night:
And I do know what to do about freeing up more disk space. Now that I’ve shared that video of Oscar, Michael, me, and a musical snow globe here, I know I can delete it from my laptop.
What do you do when you don’t know what to do?
I don’t know what to do to tell you all how much you have meant to me and how much you have helped me over my almost seven full years of daily blogging. Wait, I do know what to do.
Sometimes you see a card that perfectly captures your experience.
Sometimes you listen to the same damn song over and over again to comfort yourself, like when you’re driving to say goodbye to an old friend.
Hajanga
by Jacob Collier
Everybody, near and far
Come together as you are
To the ocean, to the sky
Sing that cosmic lullaby
Sing the hajanga
Sing your pleasure sing your pain
Like you’ll never sing again
Let it echo, loud and clear
Across the ancient stratosphere
Even when the sun refuse to shine
There’s a song of love that never dies
Even when the good days pass you by
Lift your voices to the sky singin’
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…
As the words go round and round
Let the tears roll down and down
Sing the way you wish to be
Let that singing set you free
Even when those dark clouds bring you down
There’s a spark of joy that can be found
Even when things break and fall apart
Lift your hands up from your heart, singing
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…
Said every morning
Every night
Through the darkness
To the light
Like a beacon
Shining bright
Sing the hajanga you’ll be alright
From the winter
Comes the spring
It don’t matter
What life will bring
You can do most anything
So give your hajanga
A song to sing
So tell your mama
Tell your pa
Sing it near and sing it far
Be exactly the way you are
See the hajanga
It’s your guiding star
To every woman
To every man
In every nation
In every land
I said please you’ve gotta understand
Now sing the hajanga
And take my hand, sing it!
Then one day your life is through
Nothing more that you can do
So give away the things you know
And tell your friends you love them so
Tell them hajanga
I let the tears roll down and down, yesterday, as I told Tony‘s friends and family that I loved him so.
Sometimes life sucks and we CAN do a damn thing about it, like telling people we love them so.
Here are all my other damn photos from yesterday:
Sometimes life sucks and we can feel and express gratitude for what we still have, like this blog and YOU.
1986 13th Commonwealth Games open in Edinburgh, Scotland
Yesterday, my day in the life included work that I love, meeting up with my old friend Isaac, an incredible Mexican lasagna made by Michael, and many facial expressions.
