We were discussing our birth months and our astrological signs with some friends, and someone said to me, "You're a Libra? That must be why you are so pleasant."
I take this as the compliment it was meant to be, but I have thought about this label several times lately. Pleasant isn't the most dashing moniker! If you only know me from this blog, would you describe me as pleasant? I was told by a friend that she likes to read this blog, in part, because the subject matter is light. Especially when the news headlines are most often dark or stressful.
It's nice to think of my words and pictures as a source of pleasantness, or light.
Another friend of mine told me that she was usually stressed by what was reported to be happening in the world before she even made it to the office. She was angry or disturbed every day, during the solitude of her commute. The morning headlines where enough to make her feel the weight of the world even before she took on the stresses of her daily job.
I don't follow the news. I've stopped paying attention to things outside my sphere of influence, as a matter of self preservation. Selfish? Sure, but who will protect my pleasant thoughts if not me? Stuff seeps in, through conversation, so you don't have to worry that I will live blissfully unaware of the worlds big events, because trust me, someone always takes the time to fill me in. Bombings, shootings, tsunamis, wildfires, sex scandals - all that stuff finds it's way to me, but I don't seek it out, and I try not to let it in passively. I like to control my own message.
I might not be able to hold up my end of the dinner party conversation with out turning the talk to the challenges of goat breeding, but otherwise, being uninformed isn't a problem. It's actually kind of pleasant.