One step…

Finality

 

Closure.  Simply stated…The End.

Pretty damn somber, overall.  We’ve all gone through it and will experience what makes up the dynamics involved with finality in any given situation.  And, I’m not focusing only on death here, yet, there is sadness often involved with the ending of a friendship, relationship, job or even a move to a different place on this earth.  The underlying factor touches on the good-byes we need to say, sometimes painful ones, when there is a toxic undercurrent inhibiting the quality of our lives.

One can put just so much into the dynamics of living and cope with the constantly changing aspects of dealing with others.  But, for all the effort which comes into play, when there is little responsiveness in a personal or business situation, that is an indicator which demonstrates both a lack of interest and no desire to continue a connection from those involved.

The energies we expend in our attempt to maintain some cohesiveness in any situation can be exhausting.  As difficult as it might be, when it becomes time, take those first steps and just call it a day.  Accept the finality.

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step.” – Lao Tzu

 

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post inspired by the word: final

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Overly ambitious…

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Perhaps I felt overly ambitious.  Or not.  Possibly, it’s due to the pretty intense heatwave that has been sitting like a chicken hatching eggs in our area.  Or not.  Most likely, this was a momentary step of writing insanity. 

Yes, that…about sums it up.

From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, my prompt responses; short, sweet (even sarcastic) and to the point.

  1. Tell us about something you did or participated in that a new friend might find hard to believe.

     Drag Racing.  I did it, participated in it, both on the drag strip and street racing.  I miss it but never pass-up the opportunity to put that pedal to the metal. 

 

  1. Write a blog post inspired by the word: peace

     The word peace means to be amid all the chaos and still be calm in the heart. The real peace is the state of mind, not the state of the surroundings.  Idealistic, at best.  Especially with all the current day commotion in our world.  It’s becoming more difficult to find a sense of calmness, if even for a few elusive hours, even moments, given so much emotional baggage people have packed-up and sitting next to them. 

     Locally, a resident is enveloped in their recent rise to internet fame after a confrontation with our school board.  I have mixed emotions on this, and not because of the issues that were stated.  I keep wondering why this situation suddenly rose to the forefront of this particular parents concern, especially since the school board governance has been questionable for more years than this local resident has resided here.  Why haven’t more parents in our district stepped-up to have their voices heard before this one individual stood at the podium?

     My sense is that this debate will not end easily.  My hope is that there will be additional response, from other parents, peacefully articulated with a more precise, unemotional, evaluation on every issue of concern.  What’s needed is an assessment which will be instrumental with the long overdue change in our local school management and focus on those empowered to make curriculum decisions for the students in our schools.

 

  1. What six words would your spouse use to describe you?

     Analytical.  Judgmental.  Intelligent. Angry.  Sarcastic.  Caring

 

  1. 90’s fashion is making a trendy comeback. What were you wearing in the 90’s?

     Leather.  And lots of it.  In fact, I have a gorgeous leather jacket that my daughter gave to me when she returned from a trip to Italy.  Everything old becomes new again!

 

  1. Write about something you think you might have been good at if only you had explored that talent more.

     Years ago, I was at one of those “career crossroads”, anxious to become a Chef but, at the time, lacked the French language required for matriculation into a local culinary program.  I opted instead for a hairdressing license and planned on becoming a teacher in the field, combining my business background to help develop a more rounded platform of learning for students entering the beauty industry.

    As my luck would have it, once I obtained my “Appearance Enhancement” license, the culinary program eliminated the language requirement for acceptance, instead offering language education once students became enrolled.

Maybe, in some ways, I’m a polymath.  I’d like to think that I’ve developed a better sense of proportion and balance.  I came across this phrase and it kind of sums me up…“Our age reveres the specialist but humans are natural polymaths, at our best when we turn our minds to many things.

 

  1. Answer all of the writing prompts in one post.

     Polymathic mission accomplished!

 

 

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Second guessing…

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Hindsight: the ability to understand an event or situation only after it has happened and some of what might come to mind.  

For starters…

Things we shouldn’t have said or done

Places we shouldn’t have gone

People we let disappear from our lives

Clothes we should never, ever, have worn

Sometimes, our mind plays tricks on us, you know, almost a re-manufacture of past events and, in some cases, good old “revisionist history” (as I love to label it) kicks-in.  That’s where hindsight can get interesting, especially when there are intentional misstatements about things in the past, both recent and distant.  This, mental re-write, can be used where personal issues and relationships are the root of some argument.  Even more likely in cultural and political discussions.

Those in both sides of these situations often do what they accuse someone else of doing and focus only on their preferred narrative.  Their interpretation rigidly declares that some event is just what happened and cannot be questioned.

So what’s the big deal here, you might wonder.  Maybe none, at least not in the practice of “RH” but the danger lies with the collective lives caught in the re-manufacture, the revision of past events.  Then, hindsight sets in.

Do you remember details about your childhood, life in your 20s, your first romance?  How about your parents’ stories and your first job or last day of college?  Maybe you do or possibly, there are some details you choose to either embellish or…forget.  We all have those selective memories about our past and our own actions at different points in time.  Hey, we are all human and that’s what humans do.  We re-write our personal history, not done to deliberately deceive others, or fool ourselves but those memories aren’t always accurate.  In some way, we manage to change things that might have been done differently.

Nope, this isn’t about Alzheimer’s disease or some form of dementia or memory loss…it’s the chemistry of being human. This is about a human trait or character flaw that afflicts most of us, regardless of our memory perception. It’s likely not as much a physiological flaw as it is a psychological one.

Think about a memory that stays clear in your mind.  Then, an old friend or coworker comes along and corrects some experience that you shared.  You remember one way; they remember it in a totally different way.  For a moment, you give it some deep thought and reconsider, realizing that their version may just be the accurate one.  And, of course, your children who share stories of their childhood with a bit more color, even drama, than you remember. 

The actual truth is long gone, like an old friend who died decades ago. Only the essence of their existence now floats around in the recesses of our mind. We may choose to remember them how we want to remember them, not how they should be remembered… honestly, accurately, even harshly.  And, in all of this, there’s hindsight in the role our memories bring to us.  So much of what we might have done differently but did not at that long ago point in time.  I think we all know that some old black-and-white photos are blurred by many gray memories of that time and experience with no chance to change some incident even if you could step inside that picture.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post about something you would change if you could go back in time.

I took a sharp right turn with this writing prompt and chose to share what I felt were the dynamics behind wanting to change something from the past.  We’ve all been through this and I feel that, for many, our minds often choose to soften, even erase, a painful or uncomfortable life event. And yes, I doubt if there is anyone out there who doesn’t wonder how a long-ago situation might change if we just had to chance for a do-over.

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