Wish I could know you now So many questions I would ask for your wisdom. I talk to you often – can you hear me? Your replies are echoes of your voice in my mind.
I read somewhere that before we are born we choose our parents. There is no one I would choose wiser, stronger, kinder or more loving.
In my mind you could do anything. Are you proud of me? Disappointed? I could be so much more, I know.
When you had to go, I was beyond grief…Only God knows how deep. What still feels like yesterday was so long ago and I miss you every day.
Been away from my site for a long while but it’s a new year, the world is changing with mind blowing speed and I feel excited and compelled to start writing again.
Oh, and most importantly, the Dog….one of the most wonderful, life-changing experiences I’ve had in my life!
So this is blogging. Oh what confusion for my distracted brain! I have to admit I am impatient. It’s not that I don’t want to learn or love a challenge. I suppose it’s that I am more of a visual learner. I would rather be shown (just get to the point please!) than to have to read and then analyze what I have read and how to apply it to do what I want to do. You would think that for an overthinker, figuring out all this configuring would be right up my alley but, alas.
So thank you for your patience as I tweek and re-tweek my pages and posts and hope to make a point when it’s all said and done.
I was contemplating the length of the crew sock and how they irritate me. I wondered if I was the only one who felt this way about them. I mean, I don’t even understand the point of socks that go half way up your calf. They’re like an incomplete thought or sentence, the crew sock. I get that you want a sock that is long enough your bare leg won’t show when your trousers hike up when you sit and cross your legs or whatever, but it’s not a true committment. Not only does it not go all the way up the leg to the knee, it can’t even stay put half way up the leg. And if it does, it digs in and cuts off circulation. They even make sock garters for the purpose of holding them up. Why on earth would you invest in such a sock that you have to further invest in a gadget to hold them in place? Why not just be bold, jump in with both feet (or legs) and buy knee-highs? Even anklets are committed to a joint location on the leg. Same with Peds–they have a purpose–to not show at all yet allow comfort inside a shoe. And a knee-high is just that–knee high. It reaches the knee-joint and has staying power. But the crew? The crew can’t even commit one way or the other. It’s a fence-sitter. A non-committal, fence-sitting sock that won’t stay up and looks ridiculous to boot. (No pun intended.)
So I was thinking about this crew sock business and this is when I remembered what a therapist once told me long ago. He told me that I think too much. Now, there’s a lot one could say about this, isn’t there? Of course, I obsessively thought about what he said for days after. Even though it was true, why in the world would a therapist tell a border-line OCD person that they think too much?? It’s absurdly ironic and maybe even a bit cruel. Also, what does one hope to accomplish by telling someone that? Wouldn’t the bearer of such enlightenment then expect the recipient to take it into consideration that they do, in fact, think too much? And then if that is the expectation, aren’t you hoping they will do something you just told them they do too much? I mean–think about it!!
Thus began my frustration and desire to seek out others who might want to share similar thoughts and feelings…or at least to know they–we–are not alone in the world.
Cats & Dragonflies 