Winter Refinement
The beautiful dread of time and how the cold is the perfect cure for waste. Personal ! Private ! Treats !
Treat Treatment Tragedy !
Regretfully I wish there was a daily 7am alarm clock that said 21,900 days left (if lucky). The additional alarm would sound that 4pm is coming and the day will feel less and less like a day but just a jumble of a few hours. The terrible inability to see the days slipping and the general fatigue of life makes for a disaster recipe. We have the remarkable ability to narrowly see our lives - need coffee now. I’m only beginning with the confirmed tragedy to reiterate the notion of suffering treats. I had a series of unfortunate events and the dread of getting older and suddenly I felt nothing. Just daily tasking. Then I came up with consolation prizes for everything. Reward taught me just how very simple it is. Can winter be marked by treats and tokens? Life is beautifully in the negative - we begin at a deficit. Days slipping. Treats are the way forward. We deposit back in. Obviously romance, pleasure, and details remain central to all the things I think about. The reason I go back to this is because we like to think that pleasure arrives as a surplus and not in the terrible but it really thrives in the bad. Winter becomes the beautiful shred of all that is non essential and I would argue the breading ground for private pleasure.
For the longest time I had the idea that I would arrive at better realities. I would crescendo to the life I wanted by a series of events. This concept is predicated on moving vertically but we are moving horizontally. Now truly I walk down the path to the end with the limited and gratifying steps of pleasure. Tiny gestures that alert my brain to the limitations of life and the expansiveness of my own agency. Details save us once again. I believe the best club at the end would talk about love but also the best petit fours they ever had. For the haters that would say this lacks the appropriate depth of giving and surrender - I urge you to detail somebodies pleasures and give them to them. A worthy act. It’s not the kingdom but it’s the keys. Treats indicate attention and where we focus we follow.
The bigger beauty is that the treats are solo and private. We need to have treat treatments to ensure we don’t waste precious time trying to cure ourselves. Make long lists / scrolls of what things bring you unbridled joy. Ask yourself daily what is something I can do today to deposit back ! If we only have from 6am to 4pm what is it that simply makes your day.
Prescribe ! Plan ! Pleasure ! Possibly the better through line of your winter is where you pick your treats. Treat Treatment Tragedy ! This refinement is by far the best antidote and the only thing you will hear me talking about. I hate people talking about the cold. What I hate the most is a wasted winter of no private treats.
The least of my private procurements:
5:30am Real Housewives to start my day!
Physical sourcing maps with all my favorite shopping spots on them !
Trying all the best pickles by deli and market in NYC
Ill continue on…..
No plans ! Just Treats !
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