Long time, no blog. "No excuses, sir," as my mother (the granddaughter, daughter, wife, mother & grandmother of a number of military men) might have said. Nevertheless, here is a sort of excuse:
Because how we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives.I ran across this quote several weeks ago and have been a little possessed by it ever since. How many poor choices have I made when plotting my days? How many drifting, depressed days have there been, where making a choice was beyond my ability? I spent years in an unhealthy marriage trying to lose myself in computer games and other mind-numbing pastimes so I wouldn't have to face a reality which confused & frustrated me. Yeech! Would I have those years back? They contribute, somehow, to who I am now, so, probably, no. Still, I mourn the time wasted, particularly as the passage of that time appears to speed up.
108 posts later and I'm no more speedy or disciplined a writer than I was when I began the Blog Experiment. I am still here, however, still trying ...
A joyous & prosperous 2009 to us all, every one!
3 comments:
I don't see you "trying", I see you "doing".
My New Year's wish for you is to live your life forward (with no regrets).
Katja, Nothing is ever wasted. We don’t live in a bubble….everything is interrelated in some way or another. Don’t forget all the good times you had in your marriage…. remember those fun trips to India, and lots of fun times with friends overseas?
Sometimes we only remember the bad things that happen, and somehow they obliterate all the good times.
You are who you are, and are in exactly the right place, doing exactly the right thing for YOU at this moment in time.
Happy New Year to you,
Maggie
Do you have the Tarot of the Crone? Check out the World card:
The entry to a new world, and your ability to create it, is in giving all that you are a place, Devil
and Empress and Fool. Forget none of their lessons. Give up none of your power. Within your World, all
of them come together, and create a whole more than the sum of any amount of parts. More than a
balance, more than integration like some locking together of pieces, when you are all, you are on another
scale entirely.
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