Am I Addicted?

Am I addicted to FB? Hmmmm. I don’t think so. What are the early warning signs? Is it that you answer posts on your wall within minutes or even seconds? I know all about addiction but this one might be one that I have to watch. I tried those electronic cigarettes but after a few days I didn’t go out and buy a new one. So I know I’m not addicted to those but FB is part of my anatomy now.   I started out using it just to post my writings but now that I have some dialogues taking place I have to ask myself  is it becoming more than what it should be? I initially thought it was like an electronic Hallmark card in that it was never too serious and just a way to keep in touch and express sentiment rather than deep seated human emotion. Maybe I will revisit this.  Maybe I won’t depends if I think I am addicted or not.  

Microsoft Word vs The Hand Written Word

I’ve noticed that when on the odd occasion that I hand write a story as I used to do exclusively before I started making blog entries almost 3 years ago that when I use Microsoft word there is something lost in the spontaneity of what comes out of my head. Maybe it’s just the second rewrite being always different than the first but pen and ink translate thoughts differently than typing ever could. I just have to weigh the extra time spent writing then transcribing. However, it never comes out the same way twice. Does anyone else have any thoughts about this phenomenon?  

A Change in Physiology?

Spin class is one of the places where my life changed yet once again. When paradigm shifts occur, it can be one supervening event but more often it is a combination or a series of vignettes that move us inexorably to a new way of life. Little did I know that the decision to enter group exercise would lead me on a path that changed my family, my body and most importantly the way I think?  I began simply to find a path to reshape my physiology and what I got was much more than that. I found friends I found recognition and sharpened my confidence and even bolstered my self-esteem. Certainly I had no idea that the gifts beyond the physical plane would be so bountiful emotionally and yes spiritual as well. I almost feel like I am writing my own philosophy but exercise as a way of life manages your expectations in that I never get too low when life and the universe throws me a curveball. I may swing and miss but there are no strikeouts and this is not baseball or even a dress rehearsal. I remind myself just how old I am probably too much but there is no payoff in marking time because that my friends just takes care of itself.  

Afflatus

Finding my way back to the keyboard has been a bit difficult for me these past few weeks. I can’t seem to find the discipline to just sit and write. I know it may sound like writers block but I never believed in that. I was taught that the way to be a writer is just sit and write. Maybe I can start right here right now and find my way back into my afflatus that always seems to be hanging in mid-air just waiting for me to put words to it.  

Insurance Rocks!

The annual compliance meeting took place in Upper Brookville. Certainly the venue was nice environs to soften the blow of listening to the same diatribe about money laundering and other inane topics. It was however sandwiched between some great ideas using insurance in ways that were well counter intuitive.  I have seen some of these strategies but when I saw a young man give his rendition of how to use it inventively and I was quietly surprised not to hear how the new guard thinks about a product that can trace its more modern roots back to the 17th Century.  

No I am not writing about insurance in Jacbook but just wanted to reflect on the fact that whenever I project I am usually wrong and today was no exception.  

Horatio

I googled Horatio and I found Sidney when his eyes were blue. 

Today I found a significantly large dead rat on my lawn.  I suppose they’re everywhere rodents of significant size and this one played dead in the classic way on their back with legs stretched upward to the sky.  Since there is only one of my three cats that go outside I assume it was Horatio that was the murderer. 

I took to google to see what the risks were to my cat but the incidence of infection is less than 1% so other than watching to see if H asks starts to ask for cannabis I will assume it was a non-event.  

Taking care of a house by myself is not quite the Herculean effort I was supposing but I have noticed that my utilities have taken a huge drop in $ and even though freedom can cost a lot I have found that living alone has some benefits I hadn’t even considered.  

Ripcord

I would love to get it right for all that have touched my life and me theirs. However there comes a time when I have to reach for my own “ripcord” and make sure my chute opens for a soft landing. Like they say on airplanes in case of emergency make sure you have your oxygen mask fitted before you help anyone else. And its one of the times where being selfish is the best choice of action lest we become helpless ourselves.