Equanimity
I wish I could just flip a switch; I’d face the world with equanimity instead of distress. Notice I didn’t mention elation. To embrace equanimity is to temper the extreme lows AND highs. Well, I don’t get too high. Not anymore. My “high” is holding out hope that the rest of my life is worth living. My low is quite low. I think equanimity was always the right approach to life, but from my current perspective, it’s the holy grail. I miss the highs. I really do. But if I’m honest, they scare me more than the lows. Life’s highs made me feel giddy, attractive, powerful, lucky, and clever. How do you act when you feel that way? I often act foolishly. There’s a term, chevauch é e, that was in use during the Hundred Years War between England and France. It describes an army moving through enemy territory, burning and pillaging everything in its path, intentionally destroying the prosperity and productivity of the entire region. That’s how I act when I feel great about myself. I’m n...