Participation
Idle Time | March 2026
Sometimes life feels like a dance — a rhythm I’m meant to follow but often stumble through. This is about showing up anyway, imperfect, hesitant, yet moving forward.
It’s funny how quickly it all can unravel — from consistency-bound systems to downward spirals; how one step backward could cost you twenty more. From the glossy wood grain to cloudy marble floors, I wonder how it’d all unfold if it didn’t seem like one revolving door — the same predictable events, like characters, the anticipation. I can almost guarantee the forthcoming lines and scenes, the symbiotic symphony of things. But if I miss a step, maybe too early or too late, could I still rejoin the dance? On time, on count — be it 1 or 2, perhaps 3 or 4… Maybe approach life like an eagle instead of feeling for the walls. I too must soar… Despite the stage fright, the constant need for confirmation or validation, or progression backed by strife and not ease. Even rookie sailors sing their graces in hopes of calmer seas… But honestly, participation — be it hesitant — is all that life asks of me, not perfection or unbridled conviction that my shit don’t stink. Just one foot in front of the other, moment by moment, season by season. Just don’t let your indecision become an insurmountable hindrance. It’ll never be pretty till after a thousand revisions, from the spelling mistakes down to the grammar and flow. You can’t edit a blank page. You can’t learn if no mistakes are made. You have to be lost to find your own way. You have to embrace the silence of the night to appreciate the hustle and bustle of the day. Look around and smell the roses. Ground yourself in the present moment, in today… No phone, no distractions — just immerse yourself in a singular action: from washing the dishes, to preparing your go-to meal, or a woodland adventure announced by the crunch of twigs and dried summer leaves. But honestly… Just breathe…
This in many ways was a conversation with self, I’d frequent from time to time — of course not the same lines but the reminders remain the same: stay grounded, stay present, stay the course.
Even if it isn’t pretty, progress was still made.
Day by day. Season by season.
- till next time,
Rich
Being present in the moment, no matter what you're doing, doing it fully and mindfully. This, too, is art, it's growth, and it's more than participation, it's creation. Thank you for this reminder. Love, Virg
“No phone, no distractions — just immerse yourself in a singular action” This line reminded me how used to dissociating I am. I’m gonna try it.