Using the word afraid
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We stopped to ask some devilish folk
If they knew how to get from here to there
Without ending up you know where
They just laughed thinking it was a joke
Though afraid, we went on considering it a dare
Every year I have a word of the year. Sometime in November or December I start thinking about what my word will be and by January 1 I know what it will be. There have been years I didn’t like the word but it is always a word I need to know and think about. Eventually, it becomes clear to me why the word was chosen for me. It’s like magic.
This year the word is
Today
I need to be reminded of this. Lately, I have been spending a lot of time in the past. Not just remembering stuff but letting some of it bother me. Though there is much of it I would like to erase from memory there is more I am happy to remember.
Besides the past, I have been thinking a lot about the future. It is okay, even wise to consider the future and make some decisions and plans for it but not to be consumed with what might happen and all the what-ifs that come with overthinking the future.
I think this has to do with being old. When one is young there is little past to think about and the future seems too far away to give it too much thought and life is busy. That changes. In time the past becomes long, the future short, and there is more time to ponder. I must remember; I have been given today and that is enough.
Today is the most important day of my life.
I am not so old that I don’t know what day it is.
I know it is Thursday and this is Wednesday’s post.
I had computer issues.
So, here it is the future and I am posting the past today.
“For me, losing… isn’t failure,
it’s research.”
Billie Jean King
In life sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Of course, winning is everyone’s goal and first choice for the outcome of any event or circumstance. However, where there is a winner there is also a loser. That’s just a fact of life.
When we win life is good, we feel good and are happy. Not so much when we lose. Being the loser makes life a bit difficult, and we feel bad and sad or mad. But failure isn’t always a bad thing. It’s all about our attitude.
Often, we learn more from losing than winning. We learn where our weaknesses are and what we need to focus on to be better at what we do. We learn where our strengths are and how we can use them in the future. If we are smart, we learn how to lose graciously, and most importantly, remembering what it feels like to lose…we win graciously.
I have gotten a few Christmas cards this year but I have decided that this year I am not sending cards. I will email Christmas notes to those folks I have email addresses for and the rest I will send a New Year card.
I admit I like getting the cards but I would be happy with an email. The friends I get cards from live out of state and most I don’t see or hear from year to year. If I didn’t get a card or email I would wonder if they are okay.
Maybe an email doesn’t seem as personal or thoughtful to some folks. I know some don’t like email for anything but they are mostly of the older generation. I am a part of that generation of old people but I like email! I guess I will find out next year if some were offended by season’s greeting via cyber-world.
What do you think about snail mail versus email?
Using the word wishing
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She saw him standing there in the park at the wishing well where they met as 6 year old first graders on a field trip. That was twenty years ago and they had been best friends all that time…until they weren’t anymore. Oh, there had been ups and downs and even a few serious arguments but they never stayed mad for long…until that last big argument. She watched as he threw a coin into the well then walked up to him and asked what his wish was today. Taking a small box from his pocket he smiled and told her he was wishing she knew how much he loved her and say yes.
Today I am thinking, wondering and writing about habits.
We all have habits, some are good some are bad. It’s a fact that we all have both kinds of habits. I imagine that most of our habits are good. Those things we do all the time because we like doing them, they give pleasure and make us happy, make the people around us happy. There are things we do simply because they need to be done to keep clean and neat and healthy or to help others because we care about them. You know, good things that come from our hearts.
Then there are those bad habits that somehow become a part of life. They may not be things that break laws or hurt people but they can be troublesome. They aren’t necessarily awful things but if we are honest with ourselves we know they aren’t nice or just stuff that wastes time. Things that we tell ourselves are okay because they aren’t hurting anyone except maybe ourself. Although, when they hurt us then the ones who care about us hurt.
What I really want to know is:
Why is it so hard to develop good habits and so easy develop bad habits?
Why is it so easy to break good habits and so hard to break the bad ones?
Why do good habits often seem boring and bad habits seem so fun?
Why am I thinking, wondering and writing about good and bad habits? Because I had a good habit that I started in January. That habit was walking 3-4 miles everyday! Well, except Sundays. That’s a day of rest, you know.
So, I had that good habit until sometime in July. It was near 100* most days with humidity in the 90’s. Even if I tried walking at 7 -7:30 in the morning I was a hot mess after just a few blocks and felt sick. So I didn’t walk most of July and all of August. It was still hot in September and my good habit was broken. Since October I have been walking a couple days a week except when I find an excuse not to.
I need my good habit back!
No one can get it back for me, I have to do it myself.
I will work on it…I’m not sure when but soon, I think.
