What I do with my time is the most precious commodity I have. Sometimes I wonder if I’m wasting some rambling on here each day right or should I just concentrate on the photo part? Or should I abandon that and focus on other arts? I don’t feel I waste a lot of time. I might check FB every 2-3 days for a few minutes. I don’t belong to Twitter, Instagram or TikTok, or whatever flavor of the day social media is. I don’t spend my day immersed in email or the smartphone.
I have a photo site with about 7500 images and growing that I’m going to make into something someday. And I have this mishmash of a blog. I guess I continue because it makes me happy. It doesn’t feel like work. Well, most of the time. Sometimes when my head isn’t on straight or depressed, it becomes difficult to write.
But I got to admit that I like it and find blogging somewhat therapeutic.
“No Excuses” is a good motto to live by. I was thinking about this on the job the other day. I forgot to send something at the end of the shift because another coworker forgot to do something they promised to do earlier in the evening and I had to do that after my shift ended and forgot to get back to that last task of the shift because I was miffed. I thought about talking to my boss to explain myself and I said “No excuses.” Despite having to do something else unplanned I should have still done my role. So I didn’t make an excuse or talk to the boss.
I think I’ll try to go forward and not make any excuses. (let’s see how long that last)
Family is like the tide. Sometimes in and sometimes out. Being older and seeing my own family go through huge changes through decades and seeing other close families it’s an amazing thing. And sometimes surprises happen that are least expected. And sometimes things that seemed destined sadly become that way.
I’ve had some recent family successes and it feels good. Even for something I thought was over at one time.
Random Thoughts of the Day
- Everything changes, but I thought the hope was for the better. Now I’m not so sure.
- Raising children is difficult enough with both parents’ and grandparents’ involvement and support. Anything less is a miracle.
- The reason we can’t get past important issues is that we are of two different minds.
- It’s ok to admit you’re tired. You might find yourself in the majority.