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.
“Clutter is the physical manifestation of
unmade decisions fueled by procrastination.”
One of my goals for 2019 was to clean out the clutter that had accumulated. There was a lot of clutter because I am a pretty good procrastinator when there is something I don’t want to do. There are things I don’t want to do that get done because if they aren’t done…well things smell and look awful and people will talk about me behind my back…and really because I can’t stand it when some things aren’t done.
Anyway back to my goal of decuttering. It’s done! Took three pick up truck loads to Goodwill to be done, one in the spring, one in the summer, one last week and a lot of stuff went in the trash. This may make me sound like a hoarder but I am not. My brother was a hoarder so I know from first hand experience what hoarding looks like.
To be truthful, there are a few things that I probably should have given away but I didn’t. They are things I don’t use and don’t really need but for now they are still here. Maybe someday they will go out the door but for now they still have sentimental value to me. That and I am afraid my mother will haunt my dreams if I give away some of her treasures.
All in all it feels good to open closets and armoires and drawers and see only things I actually use…sort of…I got tired of trying on clothes that I really like even though they don’t fit. Hey, I might lose the pounds I have gained in retirement, you know.
The other goal was to paint my apartment. I painted the kitchen then hired someone to paint the rest of the place. Except the doors. There are 18 doors and since no ladder is needed I decided I could save a few dollars and do them myself. I have three more to paint. Procrastination is in full bloom! I do have until midnight December 31 to have them done 😼
I have made the decision not to have goals for 2020.
It feels good to know there will be no procrastination stress.
I have no great or even sorta good ideas of what to write today so I will just let my mind wander. My mind is very good at wandering but I will do my best to control where it goes while here.
In the past, Wednesday was when I posted my writing challenge, In Other Words. But not now. Now this is where I will write whatever I want to write about…until I change my mind and do something different. There will still be a writing challenge but it will be on Friday. Same concept as In Other Words but I’m calling it Friday, 5 Lines or Less. Check it out on Friday and join the challenge…the more the merrier as they say. I don’t know who they are but one day I will write about who I used to think they were. See, I am wandering👵
That’s all for now. I have to do some shopping and stuff. Or maybe…
“Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.”
Most people seem to think joy is something that just happens and only when good things happen. Often they think that one is either a joyful person or not. I think these thoughts are a bit sad and I think they are confusing joy with happiness.
It is true, we are happy when good things happen and unhappy when bad things come our way. But joy does not come and go. It is not dependent on circumstances or events. Joy is not simply emotion like happiness. It is a seed planted within us, and when cultivated over time its roots draw on the well-spring of our heart and it grows. The health and strength of that well- spring requires our vigilant tending and care.
I am usually happy and in good spirits but not always and no one would call me a happy-go-lucky kind of person but there is joy within me. Joy, for me, is the foundation of my life. It wasn’t always so. There were many years when I didn’t know joy, it wasn’t a fact of my life. I denied its presence. I won’t go into how joy became a reality in my life, I will just say it had to do with getting to know and spending time with, you know Who.
Joy is given to each of us.
Being filled with joy is a choice.
That’s a fact!