To day’s post is inspired by another person’s blog. Adding a comment, I said many of my days had gone up the chimney in the smoke of indecision.
I am five days into decade seven and I can’t waste time and energy on worry about making the right decision. I encountered an “Abraham” quote that said ” make a decision, then make it the right decision.” As a corollary, it was also said, make more decisions.
An eye opener! I’ve found its not the decision but the focus, the attention, and the energy directed to the decision that gives it life. I have noticed myself drifting in indecision with small things like should I brush my teeth now or after breakfast. Should I have eggs for breakfast.
While I am making eggs for breakfast, part of my mind is still thinking about pancakes. Can you believe it? I have a mental foot in two doors. No wonder I get tired.
Now I keep a quarter in my pocket. Head i do it; tails I don’t. If I cringe at the outcome, then I do the opposite.
Now here’s a trait that really sets my teeth on edge these days. People who question decisions that have nothing to do with them. I am beginning to think that for some its just a game to see if I can be unhinged. Grrrh!
Today I am a nanny for a bird. A conyer to be exact. He is a sociable little guy. In fact he needs society as much as food and water. His owners tell me he will pluck his feathers if left alone for too long.
As of Monday, I am the proud owner of a twenty tablet bottle of doxycycline monohydrate. It’s finally come to this-antibiotics. For decades it has been a source of pride that I have had no truck with antibiotics since 1958 when the doctor stuck me in the gluteus with penicillin as a defense against something bad happening with a kidney.
In a snit. I could spit. Fur rubbed the wrong way in four directions. As Lady Caroline Lamb said of George Gordon, Lord Byron “mad, bad, and dangerous to know.” I claim kinship with those old Viking berserkers. Imagine the satisfaction of pulverizing the landscape with a battle ax!
I discovered a saved draft sans content but titled “Patterns.” If that was a nascent idea brewing, it vanished. Might be fun to pick up this thread and see where it leads now. What comes to mind is argyle socks, followed by paisley shawls, striped shirts, and chequered anything (sorry I like the British spelling.)
My new planner, the “Panda Planner” arrived from Amazon yesterday. For six years, I have been sans planner. Before retirement (B.R.), I my annual ritual was purchasing a massive year planner from “that store” specializing in planners and planner accessories. After handing over a hefty chunk of change, I left the store with a substantial plastic bag and renewed determination to organize my life once and for all.
Once upon a time there was a student who was one of many thousands of students attending the University of California, Los Angeles (henceforth known as UCLA). This student came from a very small town whose entire population would fit into the second floor of the main campus library. This student was totally lost in the woods known as her life.
“I have been struck again and again about how important measurement is to improving the human condition.”~ Bill Gates
“Measurement is the first step that leads to control and eventually to improvement. If you can’t measure something, you can’t understand it. If you can’t understand it, you can’t control it. If you can’t control it, you can’t improve it.” ~ H. James Harrington
Measurements inform me about my progress to creating a writing habit.
Step one: Set a baseline for future measurements. Three hundred words every two days. I have accomplished this by establishing a new habit. When I sit down to write, I replace the internal image of a black rectangle with the image of a yellow rectangle.
Step two: Set a new goal for the next ten days: writing 300 words per day for five days a week.
Merriam-Webster’s Learner’s Dictionary defines obsession as thinking about something or someone too much or in a way that is not normal : having an obsession : showing or relating to an obsession.
Habit of Thinking the Same Thoughts At the Same Time: Should I Stop Brushing My Teeth?
I am having an obsession-again. Obviously, I am obsessed about habit. I’m spending a lot of time thinking about the way habits shape our daily lives. Observing myself, I notice a habit of recurring patterns of thought. Brushing my teeth this morning, I noticed a sequence of thoughts drifting through my mind. It was a jolt to realize the exact same sequence of thoughts drifted through my mind yesterday, and the day before, and the day before. What’s worse it was a sequence of unhappy thoughts about my parents’ divorce- both of whom died years ago. If brushing my teeth triggers a string of threadbare unhappy thoughts, maybe I should stop brushing my teeth. Maybe I should change my brand of toothpaste, and swap in a bright new line of thinking.