It is of note, I don't think as many people come here to read as usedta. I say that, then, I go look at numbers... I lost or forgot or blogger screwed up - the first years of my blog, so all the stats, blogs lost. Prolly a good thing. Today I looked at the numbers for Part B of my blog - and, mebbe they ain't tailed off that much... the year by year graph looked kinda like DJT's signature actually - and I don't mean nuttin' political.
This much. I write, really, for myself. Sure, I love when people read. Sure, it's a perk if someone comments. My goal is to try to present positive - and if it rubs off on me (and mebbe you) all the better.
It shows 25,202 have read (and that's recorded since 2022), but, I bet a damn third of those are me clicking to reread, make corrections, additions, yada... Victor... this is really boring. On with it. True. Life, sometimes, vely boring. OK.
I found a lady's blog about life and how fleeting it is. Below is her take, with, of course, my wiseacre comments interjected.
Life is fleeting - 5 ways to slow it down.
Impermanence.
As in embracing the temporary state of, well, everything. To flow with the ebbs and surrender to change. To marvel at it, actually. If you sat still on the edge of life and watched it unfold like a movie in fast-forward, everything changes. Accept impermanence.
She's a good, rosy, writer. My take though, "If I sat still on the edge of life (the bed) and, someone said, 'Now here's how the next 5, 10, 25, fitty years are going to go' I'da said YOU HAVE GOT to be kidding. On the inside, YES, aware, change is happening, gonna happen, that don't mean I can't fight it....... gripe about it like we old people are sposeta!
Presence.
As in being fully present. While in a yoga pose recently, my instructor said, “pause, let yourself have the experience. How triggers, judgments, discomfort, and worry about the future can put us into old stories and patterns that snap us out of being present.
If my Yoga instructor told me to pause, let yourself have the experience, I'da SCREAMED! DO YOU KNOW HOW EXCRUCIATING IT IS FOR ME, NORMALLY WAY UP THERE, TO BE WAY THE HELL DOWN HERE, no dayum footstool, folding chair, yada, to helps me up? Get a life teach! Mebbe I'll pause when watching my grands, sitting on the deck, whilst in my easy chair biting my nails as I watch the Royal's bullpen finalize the results.
Simplicity..
As in keep things simple. Do you ever notice how there’s not enough time to get any of it done when things feel too busy or complicated? If you slow things down, simplify, take one step, one piece, one chunk, one bite at a time, it helps. So, then even as time flies the way it does, simplicity brings some ease. Things feel and are more doable. Keep it simple.
I'm admittedly pretty selfish. I mostly do what I want, when I want. Sure, 'have to's' within there, but, most too are 'want to's.' Ain't that what we, old retired folks are sposedta do, think like? My niece actually did helps me with an idea on housecleaning. "Instead of doing it all at once, pick out one thing to do once the next commercial comes on." Worked, for awhile. Then, I splurged for commercial free Netflix. That'll learn her!
Voice
As in listening to your own wisdom and expressing it. Using your voice. People talk a lot about wanting to find their voice. Sometimes it takes a big life shakeup for your voice to finally be so loud and pure you can’t hear anything else. That’s when you know.
You never had to find your voice, you just had to listen to what was there all along. There, drowned out by expectations from others, society, history, and a concocted version of a voice you thought was yours, or you wanted to be yours, based on someone else’s voice you admired.
Until the thing happens, the big thing, and suddenly you surprise yourself with your own voice. That voice, your voice, is crystal clear. And loud. So, you declare. You express in a way you perhaps haven't before.
Ahm, excuse me while I kiss the skies. No, that ain't right. Ahm, excuse me while they kiss my a.... no, not that either. BUT, I am so happy to have grown up in the challenge authority (within reason), "ask WHY?" era... Tain't no one gonna tell a Boomer how to think, act, what to say, 'model me' - FORGET YOU! Sure, we can learn from both younger and older, sure, many, many ways to skin a cat.... there's a frequent ambulance chaser advertising attorney in KC, his name is Mike and the theme is "MIKE'S GOT THIS." We Boomers in life, WE GOT THIS. Not being so crass as to say go to HE-Double-Toothpicks, just don't try to force no thoughts, means, ways upon us.
Curiosity.... As in stay curious. Question. Play. Wonder. Curiosity expands a creative life.
OK, I'll buy a chunka that one. Where's Waldo? Who shot JR? (Kristin).. Who wrote the book of love? (I ain't real sure. I'm torn between Meatloaf, "And now I'm prayin' for the end of time" and, the vows I had to learn for marriage #1, "Entreat me not to leave thee, or return from following after thee, for wherever thou goest, I will go." Remember Willoughby the dog from Looney Tunes and his "Which way did she go, George, which way did she go?" VICTOR TMI! Eh it's life. Life happens.
Victor, probably the next thing you're gonna do is try to get us to buy swampland in Florida, or, a bridge somewhere.......
Actually, YES, as in the 59th Street Bridge by ole Paul and Art, said it all about slowing life down, we don't need no stinking 5 ways......... just one song and we learnt it shortly after the Beatles landed ashore... long about 1966:
Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy
Blogging is a love of life, and a love for you.......
Love, Victurd
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