01-03-11 Everyday that I wake up, I live. I know that this is my time to do what I need to do. I have lived and learned things that allow me to navigate through this universe. I know things and I live my life with conviction. I am sure of what I know because I believe and trust in the way that I feel. When I question myself, I will seek the answers that will guide my every move.
My husband has told me many times that it is one thing about me that he loves but it also makes him envious of me. To watch me in action, I guess, is a phenomenon in itself. I hardly every doubt myself when it comes to decisions. I go forward. I see the destination I need to get to and I go forward, regardless of what obstacle is in my way. My brain operates on a level that I don't understand. I figure out my steps way before I make the move. My brain inhabits and comes up with multiple pathways to get to the same destination. Funny thing, I never worry when I am in that mode. I know what I know and I go for it. It is like my brain tells the rest of me that there is no room for error and we have to get this done. Then onward I go, into the unknown, prepared.
You would think that I would be a great chess player, but not so. Although, I like playing chess , I find it boring, mind numbingly so. I will be right into a game and then I fade. I 'd purposely lose the game just to be done with it. That is one thing that I hate about how I think. My focus is always all over the place. So many rabbit holes that my thoughts wander down. I will say something random to George and then I have to navigate my way back to the origin of thought. It is kind of like how I write. I am always asking George to read my blog, not only for his wonderful editing skills, but to examine the train of thought. Sometimes I get distracted, like tonight for example, and I go off track.
My life has a lot of frustrations that invade my thoughts too. I have so much more life to live. There always are obstacles, but again, my brain finds the perfect route to navigate. My frustrations usually stem from things that are not of my doing. Sometimes I really wish that I didn't care so much. That I didn't respect people. That this empathy that I feel every day would fade. Why is it I can look at anyone else's life and tell them exactly where they are going wrong, but I look at myself, and well...? I guess I need to meet up with me sometime so I can tell myself what I am doing wrong. That is it; I am going to have to travel into another dimension and find myself.
No matter what, whenever I plan, Morgan Freeman laughs.(That is for you George)
Happy Does It!
My husband has told me many times that it is one thing about me that he loves but it also makes him envious of me. To watch me in action, I guess, is a phenomenon in itself. I hardly every doubt myself when it comes to decisions. I go forward. I see the destination I need to get to and I go forward, regardless of what obstacle is in my way. My brain operates on a level that I don't understand. I figure out my steps way before I make the move. My brain inhabits and comes up with multiple pathways to get to the same destination. Funny thing, I never worry when I am in that mode. I know what I know and I go for it. It is like my brain tells the rest of me that there is no room for error and we have to get this done. Then onward I go, into the unknown, prepared.
You would think that I would be a great chess player, but not so. Although, I like playing chess , I find it boring, mind numbingly so. I will be right into a game and then I fade. I 'd purposely lose the game just to be done with it. That is one thing that I hate about how I think. My focus is always all over the place. So many rabbit holes that my thoughts wander down. I will say something random to George and then I have to navigate my way back to the origin of thought. It is kind of like how I write. I am always asking George to read my blog, not only for his wonderful editing skills, but to examine the train of thought. Sometimes I get distracted, like tonight for example, and I go off track.
My life has a lot of frustrations that invade my thoughts too. I have so much more life to live. There always are obstacles, but again, my brain finds the perfect route to navigate. My frustrations usually stem from things that are not of my doing. Sometimes I really wish that I didn't care so much. That I didn't respect people. That this empathy that I feel every day would fade. Why is it I can look at anyone else's life and tell them exactly where they are going wrong, but I look at myself, and well...? I guess I need to meet up with me sometime so I can tell myself what I am doing wrong. That is it; I am going to have to travel into another dimension and find myself.
No matter what, whenever I plan, Morgan Freeman laughs.(That is for you George)
Happy Does It!
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