Season of Order
Wake up.
Brew Spice Coffee.
Scramble eggs (sensually).
Listen to Will Durant. Settle in.
Open screen machine.
Clicky clack. Make bank number go up.
Mega crunchy Beef Bowl for lunch. Disc golf on Youtube.
Cat Nap. Clicky clack. Fry Brain.
Lug the ruck to the trail. Plug in earbuds. Time travel. Napoleon just became emperor. Europe is at war.
Walk for miles and hours. Purge old energy. Hit the gym.
Ice Plunge. Sauna.
Steak. Write. Learn Art History. Anime.
Sleep.
This was today. This was yesterday. It will be tomorrow, next week, and likely next month.
This is deliberate. This is my Season of Order.
Last was the Season of Chaos. The good kind. I found love, saw the eclipse, published my book, summited Kilimanjaro, Obsessed in Japan, surfed Hawaii, ate Mexico, and almost reclaimed Constantinople.
It was glorious.
That season, as all seasons do, ended. Flights returned. Love fizzed. Debts came due. Feelings frothed. Hard times and hard feelings returned.
I’ve been here, in other forms and ways. This time I have the protocols. Season of Chaos to Season of Order.
Adventure for stability. Exploration for focus. Unknown for known. Complexity for simplicity. Indulgence for discipline.
Hence each day.
Don’t call it a retreat. Retreating is for losers. This is a tactical shift. A change in posture. Outward energy is now inward.
A different kind of offense.
Don’t call it boring either. Most don’t see it, but I’m at war.
Little by little I slaughter the demons dragging me down so that the person I meant to be may arise. I have a business to sharpen, debts to nuke, a body to sculpt, and a lush garden of relationships to water.
Each day is quietly exhilarating. Each night I sleep knowing I’ve advanced my position, if only just a little. Day after day. Week after Week. Month after month.
It’s been a few months. I can see the changes.
Slow is the march of progress.
Of course, Season of Order is never full Order. Whereas Full Chaos destroys, Full Order suffocates. I prefer neither.
Chaos, in the proper dose, serves order. Makes it funner. More tolerable. More sustainable. Allows space for divine intervention. So on this season’s menu remains Steak Night, epic, but regional adventures (hello Zion), dates (not the spicy kind just yet), the right party, the right glass of wine, the right (or even Perfect) cocktail, and seeds of new relationships.
In the right dose. At the right time.
Season of Order will last as long as it needs to last.
But someday, maybe soon, maybe not, it will be time to flip the switch and observe the season’s shift. By then the cannons will be loaded, troops rested, swords sharpened.
The Castle of Destiny ripe for conquest.
I’ll know when.
Until then, I bide my time.
Order today.
Chaos, glory, conquest….in due time.