As I ease into my tenth media-free day I notice I am less apt to critique what’s going around me, and more apt to accept and say. “Well, that’s the way it is.” Oh, not always, but I am more discerning about what I analyze and what I choose to let be. For sure, we need critique and analysis; we need to know when it serves us, when it gets in our way, and when it takes over our very being. We need it in our jobs, when responding to family and friends, and when moving through our daily lives. we don’t need to analyze everything.
The other night I listened to Puccini’s Madam Butterfly offered for free by the Metropolitan Opera during this pandemic time. Butterfly’s two year old son was played by a puppet. Yes, a puppet operated by three people moving as human shadows behind him. I found it completely engaging. But what if I hadn’t like it? Could I have let the entire concept go, stopped all analysis and enjoyed the music? I hope so.