The myth of living consciously

My more rational mind tries to spend time "living consciously". Thinking about things before doing them, and putting a great deal of thought into every action as if life can be planned and organized into compartments, and sorted neatly. I think that far better than living consciously would be a return to caring, except that caring is messy. Caring gets you involved in other people's business. Caring means that rather than being careful you mess up, are yourself, make mistakes, and learn from those in your immediate vicinity rather than those creating theories to explain the world. Caring is about getting into arguments about the things tht you are passionate about, and not being afraid to piss other people off. About finding yourself, and people like you. About queer space without allies, and about queer space with them too. There is a moon tonight. I am going to go and sit with her for a bit.