I have been asking friends if they had been startled at the strength of the emotions he or she has experienced at the passing of Steve Jobs. To a person, each has said yes.
I've wondered if some of the deep emotions are triggered when hearing and re-hearing his various inspirational speeches. They force a bit of self-reflection. As in, well, asking myself if MY attempts to think differently are workin' for me. Am I doing what I love? Uh....well...of course. But...THAT got me feeling all philosophical. And the more I reflected, the more I got all twisted up in a big emotional pretzel.
Then it dawned on me. It didn't have to be as hard as I was making it.
When I thought about what I really love (besides my spouse, colleagues and projects, of course), it was easy.
Cheese. I love cheese.
Once I said it out loud, it was super obvious what I could do to resolve this sadness. I signed up for a cheesemaking class. Something I've wanted to do for a bazillion years, but never made time to do it.
My real lesson? Well, it's really not about the cheese, obviously. It's about making time to do the things that you love, want to love, or want to love more.
I've started daydreaming about "iChevre", "iFeta" and "iPaneer". All of a sudden I feel just a little bitty bit less sad.