April 30, 2026

Don't Look Back

 Los Angeles, California

Don't look back in anger nor look forward in fear but look around you in awareness.

The quote above is from a rather unlikely source (I think). It was written, or said, by James Thurber, an American cartoonist and humorist who, after a career as a reporter, became a writer for The New Yorker. And, he was a favorite of my parents. I recall seeing his books in my parents' library, as I was growing up.

It's an interesting quote to come from Thurber, who lived a life rife with despair, which is not uncommon among writers. That aside, I found the quote in my writing notes which I keep on my phone. When the post well runs dry, I refer to these notes to grab an idea. I found about a handful of notes that would/will work for blogposts, but this is the one that stood out. I don't know where I originally found this quote, nor when he wrote it. He died in 1961 after suffering in his later years with profound depression and alcoholism, as well as blindness. I doubt it came from his latter years.

It speaks to me because it is about mindfulness. During the pandemic I became a meditator. I still meditate, but during lockdown I meditated pretty much daily, using an online app for this. While I am increasingly mindful of staying away from tech as much as I can (in fact, I am considering the thirty day smartphone challenge*), the Insight Timer site works well for guided meditation. I know what I like. I shun affirmations, going instead for meditations offered for mindfulness and breathing. If you reread the above quote, you will clearly see that it fits into the meditative process of mindfulness.

I spent the first thirty-five years of my life looking back in anger and forward in fear. This life view was installed in me by an anxious (and rather narcissistic) mother. I know that reads harsh. My mother was a complex being. In many ways, she provided a number of gifts to her children. She was highly intelligent, profoundly generous, and she was a lover of fun. Family events and travel were all about that. But she was also critical and emotionally needy. In my upbringing I received the full effect of her gifts and her tribulations. I have always sought out recreation and fun in my life. But I also was an anxious child, a more anxious and depressed teenager, and it all came to a head in my twenties. I was fortunate to find a good therapist and to acquire the tools I needed with which to ford my streams of distress. And now, many of my friends look to me for advice and help which I am happy to provide (all part of the frister package).

At the start of the Covid pandemic, I was feeling fearful and uncertain. I recall the first market run I made after lockdown commenced. No one had masks at that point so we were wearing makeshift bandana or scarf masks. The whole experience looked and felt surreal and it was unearthly quiet at the usually-bustling market. I remember feeling a wave of panic and thinking I can't do this. It wasn't the first time in my life that I had felt that. However, in this as in most of those other times, the truth was that I could. You can do what you think you can't. You just... do.

So, I continued to go to the market, waiting in line where there were designated spaces and feeling frustration at those who couldn't follow the rules. And that was when I first began to meditate. Meditation and working out almost daily made all the difference in the world. I filled my days with these activities as well as doing a lot of writing and cooking. I rarely saw Joel, though we talked several times each day. He was afraid he would kill me if he spent any time with me, since his job put him in contact with hundreds of people each day. As the year passed and vaccines became available, we began to see each other more and were finally no longer dependent on negative test results in order to spend time together. Eventually, we returned to a restaurant and a salsa club in late October of 2021, nineteen months after the start of lockdown.

I don't look back in anger at the experience nor at the protocols that were installed during that time. I understand that rules were put in place in a process of trial and error. And as always, it was better to err on the side of caution. Did we need to close schools? Probably not. Did we need to wear masks in public after we were vaccinated? Maybe. What I think is ridiculous is that Covid has become another don't ask, don't tell issue depending on your political leanings. I always thought the phrase: It's just a cold came from ignorance. But now it comes from defensiveness, which is truly silly.

There will be other novel viruses and hopefully we will apply what we learned through this one. I caught Covid twice. The first time was horrible and took me about a month to return to normal health and energy. I never want to go through that again. The second time was very mild. Luckily, Joel gave it to me, which means we recouped together watching movies and ordering takeout. It was basically a staycation.

While I don't meditate every day as I mostly did during lockdown, I still rely on it. And, thanks to the work I did with a qualified therapist, I no longer look backwards in my life with anger, nor do I have a great deal of fear about the future. Am I every day in the moment? No, as that's impossible. But I do try to practice this. As to the future? Whatever will be, will be.

April 20, 2026

Propagation of the Faith

Los Angeles, California

Cindy wanted me to take her to Costco. She had seen the light. Costco isn't just a warehouse, it's a practice. You have to understand it. You have to apply what you've learned about it. And you have to do it over and over again.

My first Costco membership was a business one. When we needed it, we would go to our local Costco to buy paper towels, plastic cutlery, cleaning supplies and wine. Mostly these were for our business (including the wine with which we awarded customers after closing the sale). I can't remember, but I am assuming I always received the coupon books. And am just as sure that I paid absolutely no attention to them. It wasn't until I was with Joel and friends with Lynnette (both happened in close proximity of time) that I really got Costco. I suppose it started with buying gasoline, or perhaps it was the introduction of the Citibank Costco credit card which Lynnette insisted that I immediately acquire. Maybe it started when Joel was helping me sort through a huge stack of paper looking for my auto registration and he spotted an uncashed $80 rewards certificate. Possibly all those things came together to create the new me: Costco Shopper. Or, more accurately, Costco worker, because once you get the program, you learn to work Costco for the discounts and the rewards.

I am always amused by friends who tell me they 'can't' use Costco because there are only two of us. There is only one of me full-time in my household, and I use Costco a lot. I peruse the coupon book, stocking up on vitamins, batteries, paper goods, books, cleaning supplies, tequila and whiskey, and even the occasional article of clothing. I purchase all of my medical prescriptions there. And, I have had two HVAC systems installed through Costco as well as window treatments and carpeting. I have booked travel and bought TVs, landscaping trees, and patio umbrellas. And the list goes on and on. I buy little food there, nor do I buy gasoline (slightly lamentably, as the Citibank reward is up to 5% on gasoline), as I now drive an EV. And even without the food and gas, and without any house projects last year, I still got back a cool thousand bucks combined, between Executive membership and the Citibank Costco Rewards credit card. What is not to like about that?

So, Cindy asked me to take her to Costco, and much in the way Lynnette (and Joel) indoctrinated me to Costco shopping, I pitched her all the benefits of Costco membership. I also, by the way, hold a nice investment in Costco stock, so all the more reason. I'm not sure if I was as good at convincing her as Lynnette and Joel were at converting me. I was a moderately easy sell, as I had also gotten tired of them offering to buy stuff for me so that they could get the rewards! But I must say that my practice of shopping Costco is one of the smartest things I have done, along with listening to my father when he recommended purchasing stock in a brand-new, start-up business, Zebra Technologies. Now, some thirty years later, Costco (as well as Nordstrom and a host of other businesses) uses Zebra's UPC code reader at all of its warehouses. Score!!

Still not sure if I got through to Cindy, as truth be told, it takes commitment. It won't really work if you do it now and again, it has to be all the time. I learned the difference when I switched from the way we shopped for the business back then, to the shopping with intention that I do now. And I wait, excitedly, for the rewards certificates that come twice a year. The Citibank reward goes into my bank account through direct deposit. With the Costco reward, I always buy a bottle of Veuve Cliquot, and they give me the balance in cash. If I were smarter, I would just buy bananas and get more cash. But I think that my commitment to Costco and to propagation of that faith, deserves a champagne celebration. A toast to Costco and to the infinite wisdom of working it!

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Once, I came up with this brilliant idea (well, I thought so, anyway) that the key to happiness was to concentrate on three things -- to choose three interests, then focus and funnel your energy into that trio. I was an English major in college and have always written in some shape or form. So, my first choice was writing. I've always kept journals, and have also written plays, novels, poetry, and shopping lists. I do have a day job. It deals with numbers (assets and finances). Go figure. I went to college at a California University. I live in California, Los Angeles, but not downtown. No children, and sadly, between dogs at the moment (dog person, not a cat person). Enough info? I was going for just enough to not be a cypher, yet not enough to entice a stalker. And, I started my blog after being dragged, kicking and screaming, to do so. Blogs! Read about ME here, right? But I have been advised that this is a way to write regularly, and to put your writing OUT THERE. So, here goes. My name is Bronte Healy. Thanks for reading my blog.