Consciously Conscious of Today’s Unconsciousness

I am ashamed to admit it, but I pretty much just glided through today like a little fuzzy round thing floating down one of those big sewer pipes you always see in the movies.  I try not to do that very often.  It’s plain wasteful, in my opinion.  And since we’re talking about my life, I think my opinion is really the opinion to which I will pay the most attention.  I’m not trying to be an ass or anything, but…you know.  It’s my blog, my life, so I have some clout around these parts.

Anyway, so I was pretty unconscious today save for a few meaningful conversations.  I think that took up about 2 hours of my life.  The rest…lots of fluff.  Now, it doesn’t mean I didn’t DO anything today or even that I wasn’t productive at work.  I know…it sounds weird, but you can certainly complete tasks without really accomplishing anything on The Master List of Crucial Stuff.  That’s where I sort of fell short.  

So, the triumph today…and, yes, there was a triumph…is that I can sit here now and acknowledge the unconsciousness of the day.  You see, a tragedy would be living unconsciously and not being able to…irony…become conscious of the unconsciousness.  And the sooner that consciousness comes, the less damaging the unconsciousness.  I know, I know.  This all sounds very circular.  It sort of it.  The point, though, is that I feel like I am in uncharted territory here.  I have never been this self-aware this often.  It’s really a remarkable feeling.  

I don’t know.  Maybe I’m the only one who lived unconsciously.  Maybe everyone else had a much more heightened state of awareness than I did, and I’ve finally caught up to the rest of the gang.  That’s totally possible.  Regardless, I am grateful beyond words for the ever-evolving, ever-progressing path to enlightenment upon which I wander.  Sometimes, I’m on it…the path, that is.  At other times, I am not so much on it.  I am just happy to be able to tell the difference and correct my course.