I was washing my dishes the other day and trying to think of something to write about for my Sunday post. I was remembering conversations I have had with people, articles in the news I had seen or heard. I even started listening closely to the construction banter outside my window. It is annoying but necessary and the inconveniences experienced today mean that this small section of our lives will be better in the future. Hmmm, Progressive Thought or Subversive Rhetoric?
As I was trolling through the flotsam and jetsam that meander through my mind it suddenly dawned on me: I was talking to myself! Not a conversation that one would have with a companion. Or maybe I am my own companion. Hum. That does bear thinking about. I was not having a conversation like I would with a friend, a human or animal one. It wasn’t out loud. But when you make a decision aren’t you actually talking to yourself about whether or not to go right or left, up or down?
Don’t judge me but sometimes I think I split infinities with myself! This is what happens when I am left unattended. I turn inward and stroll through the corridors in my mind. And I have over six decades of passageways in there with a whole lot of side tracks and cubby holes. I am starting to sound like a Star Trek episode! But think about it . . . who are you trying to convince when you want that second piece of pie? (Or the first one!)
I like my mind. Mostly. I can sometimes go off on a tangent or become so hyper-focussed that I see absolutely nothing around me. For example. I draw the little icons that you see on my Daily Quips and Shady Quips. Every year I draw new ones because I get bored. This year I spent hours hunched over my Paint Program deciding what I wanted to draw. I’m a couple of months early. I don’t need it until January but it had popped into my mind and I couldn’t let it go.
Having a good focus is always positive but a hyper-focus can be a little disconcerting. I will honestly say that I now have several choices and I like them all. So now I have to do the other thing I’m not always fond of doing: making a choice between two or three. But I have a couple of months to do that so there is no rush. I do like to be prepared.
And isn’t that what life is all about: preparing for it? We cannot plan for every eventuality but we can be aware of the possibility of the unforeseen. Rather tantalizing don’t you think?