Have you got to the place where you can't remember as much as you once did? Some say this is on account of age but that is not necessarily true. I taught high school for 16 years and I know for a fact that that their "rememberers" weren't working all that well either.
Perhaps it has something to do with the number of tasks you have stored in your brain at any one time. I know those high schoolers had a lot: parties, part-time job schedules, parties, chores at home, parties and of course, homework (not).
An ancient Chinese proverb tells us to dig our well before we are thirsty. What great advice this is. Do you ascribe to that way of thinking? I do. It makes perfect sense to me...in my head. The logic is definitely there however it takes more than that.
What this means is that one has to think way out front of today and be prepared for tomorrow. That is not so easy. How many times I have wished that I had seen what was coming down the pipe and been much more prepared. Know what I mean? I can think of any number of retired friends I have that know exactly what that means.
Okay...when did life get so complicated with so many choices about nearly everything? Just look at the assortment of colors available in the image above. How is a person supposed to choose? Have you come up with a system to help you make a choice when faced with what seems like an insurmountable selection process? If so then I NEED to hear from you.
I discovered I was indecisive quite by accident.
Quite a number of years ago, we set out to buy a sailboat. The decision to do so came about after an adventurous trip around the eastern side of the Great Lakes in Ontario Canada.
Both my hubby and I had spent five weeks teaching summer school and our reward was to rent a cottage for a week on the shores of Lake Huron followed by this road trip. We were exhausted when we arrived at the cottage and the location was spectacular with its world famous sunsets. For all that week it was easy to think about making a cottage part of our summer experience.
A picture is worth a thousand words! Can anyone argue the validity of that statement? No. That is why it has been used over and over and over to such an extent that it now falls into the realm of being a cliché. You know, those old worn out used phrases that are a dime a dozen.
Yes, clichés can be wonderful. Just like pictures they speak volumes. No explanations are necessary as everybody knows that they mean. They are easy and comfortable and oh, so familiar. For that reason, writers will tend to avoid them like the plaque. To make a long story short, they want their writing to be unique and stand out from the crowd. They fear their words will simply go in one ear and out the other leaving their readers few and far between. Get my point?
It seems that most people have a favorite month or two. Usually their choice is dependent upon birthdays, anniversaries or some other special event. And I suppose February is no exception; especially with Valentine's Day dab smack in the middle of it.
For me, there really is no other month which I await with such anticipation. Yes, I must say there are some things I really like about February. Anyone who knows me knows that a lot of that liking is tied up with Groundhog Day. Not that I am a huge fan of that furry little critter, but I am a huge fan of seeing winter on its way out.
Do you ever wonder how weather got to be the forerunner of small talk?
You know what I mean. It tends to be the first efforts we make at conversing with our fellow man...or woman.
However, it does seem to be the one topic that we can all agree is safe. No matter who you are, what position in society you hold or your age, you can always offer up a weather related comment. "Nice day, isn't it?" "Oh, it's a cold one out there!" "Great to see the sun out at last."
Any of these comments are sure to elicit a rather agreeable comment in return. Like I said, weather is safe. No chance of someone being nasty or returning a snarling retort. Ever receive a "No. It's not a nice day"? Didn't think so.