Ira's Interdimensional Push On 30 #2

Hello timelessness my old friend, The Saturday before yesterday I turned 30 which was simultaneously disorienting and an unrelenting reminder that time marches on. I took it as a chance to reflect on the past year, decade, and 30 years along with looking forward at the next year, decade, and 30 years. I also used whatever clout I had to have Talja call me Mayor all day which was even better than it sounds. I felt proud of how I spent the time and had some kick-ass visions for how I could transcend capitalism and be present with my people and fascinations going forward. There were three intersections that felt like particularly strong bridges between the last 30 years and the next, most notably: <ol> <li>Spending my 30th birthday in Belgium: It all felt rather grand to celebrate my birthday in Brussels, an international push worthy of some diplomat or prince of the past. There was no particular draw to Brussels other than Talja’s friend Louna and her man Greg, which I realize more and more is the best of tourist attractions - friends. The highlight for me was the visualization where I invited everyone to reflect and project on time past and future. I saw myself winning in the sense that I never have to work for people I don’t respect again, which to me is a symbol of spending my time on Earth freely and creatively; suffice it to say that it is my new latest old mission. The French ass birthday cake too - that was bomb as well.</li> <li>Going to another long ass baby meeting: The difference between what I imagined was involved with having a baby and actually having a baby is unspeakable. I always thought you need at least a million dollars, one or more people with all the time in the world on their hands, and bottomless research to inform about nuanced decisions that affect someone else. This all may still be true at some point, but for the moment the only real commitment I’ve found that I need to make was showing up for some baby meetings with the midwife every couple-four weeks that run way long. I feel like a student in these meetings because sometimes they go for an hour plus with no actual agenda or deliverables - just talking about how we feel, giving advice, quick vital checks, and then back to talking about how we feel… There has been more (finding a home that will be suitable, looking for a day care, buying baby-friendly crap) and will be more (making a birth plan, finding a Hebrew-speaking baby sitter, and buying more baby-friendly crap) but it’s not rocket science this whole having a baby thing. Perhaps I’m missing something but perhaps also this is why so many people do it, whether they make good parents or not.</li> <li>Asking Talja’s Stakeholders for her hand: Today I got as many of Talja’s closest people as I could in a room and asked them for permission to marry their daughter/sister/friend. It went well and was one of the best conversations I had in a while - it was vulnerable and loving, her stakeholders showed great care and understanding for her while welcoming me into both her life and theirs. Some of the highlights were when I showed them my finances and the stakeholder with the earlier retirement said he didn’t need to look at numbers - “just look at his face!” Another stakeholder said that she knew that no matter what the baby would be very loved and welcomed and another said perfect compatibility is boring. We did spend an outsized amount of time talking about circumcision, one of many cultural differences as it turns out, which was both interesting and circuitously circumspect; I’ve never spent so much time talking foreskin but imagine it won’t be the last time. <a href = "https://docs.google.com/presentation/d/1_uclWLvHzt9gjABqMjoWHuLfq8WTx-3ldjP6vgtQbpI/edit?usp=sharing" target = "_blank" rel = "noopener">Here</a> was the presentation I used if ya curious, I highly recommend this proposal etiquette to both the bold and romantic alike.</li> </ol> At this point my mind is mainly looking forward to Friday when I’ll return to the US for the last time in the indefinite (although I also spend a decent amount of time pondering what hyper-intelligent life forms would tell us the meaning of life is if they paid us a little visit), despite finishing Essential Spirituality recently on Mr. T- City’s recommendation which talked extensively about taming the mind and inspired me to start meditating more seriously. I wonder if this is the beginning of some big ass bout with homesickness that will riddle my next however many years or it’s just my mind planning for what was planned to come. Pics from the week and week prior are <a href = "https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1eU9IC71XQMNc-dlYx_y5nVGulmzSiEjg?usp=drive_link" target = "_blank" rel = "noopener">here</a> but executing on all of the visions is not so easily linked to, we’ll have to just stay in touch for that part From the Sky Lagoon, Ira