I don't know what's right for you. All I can do is love you.

I’ve spent my life looking for answers to “life’s big questions.” Like the purpose of life, the universe, and everything.

I’ve always been happy to share what I’ve learned.

That’s one reason I started writing this blog. To share.

If you were unhappy and I learned about it, I’d open up my big bag of answers and give you the one I knew was just right for you!

And if you didn’t take my advice—well—-

Well—I would say, “I’m sorry.”

And then I’d think something like—“Fuck you for not taking my advice. I know what’s wrong with you because the same thing was wrong with me once. Not anymore. But once. And I overcome it. And I suffered to learn what to do. Not taking my advice is not only ungrateful, it’s also insulting. You didn’t even try my idea. And if you tried it and it didn’t work for you, then you did it wrong—and I’d have been happy to help you do it right. But NO! NOOOOO! You don’t want to be better. You want to wallow in your misery and radiate it and make everyone around you miserable. Especially me.”

Something like that.

A lot less than that. I was never that big an asshole—I hope.

And now?

Now I know that I don’t know what’s good for you.

How can I, when half the time, I don’t even know what’s good for me?

I seem to be in Heaven for a while, then something happens, and I find myself in Hell.

I crawl over to Bobbi and ask for help, which mainly consists of her listening to me while I work out what will work for me this time. Or what worked for me last time and which I forgot. (Imagine 20 links to prior posts here.)

These days it almost always comes down to the same thing. Love or fear and I’ve decided for fear. I didn’t see I was doing it, but I did it.

So if you’re unhappy or have a problem and I know about it, I’ll tend to offer an idea. (I’ll try first to ask if you’re interested in considering another way to look at it—but it’s a new habit and I might forget.) If you say yes, or if I forgot to ask, I’ll offer an idea.

100% no problem if it’s not the right idea for you. I love sharing ideas and it’s the best I’ve got. But it may not be for you.

I used to see people (me especially) as broken and me as Mr. Fixit.

Now no one is broken, and no one has to change. Not me. Not you. Not Donald Trump. No one.

That doesn’t mean we can’t change. It just means we don’t have to.

I love ideas. And if you get around me, I’ll share them with you.

And I’ll tell you that I love you.

Yesterday Bobbi and I recalled (and then replayed) Paul McCartney’s “Let it be.”

That’s also a good idea for me to practice.

Letting it be.

And here are the Beatles.