Tag Archives: passage of time

My Own Song

 

I’m singing my own song

And I’m writing it too

Sometimes I’m brilliant

And sometimes it’s poo

 

I don’t care for noise

But the sound of a song

Country, pop or jazz

It just can’t be wrong

 

Classical notes form

A bridge for the ear

All other music

Began I think here

 

The song I am writing

Is dear to my heart

It helps me to focus

And where next to start

 

My past in a word

It simply was great

Love and adventure

Full was my slate

 

My song is not finished

I have years still to write

Experiences to live

The future is bright!

It’s A Matter of Time

I am having a little difficulty setting up my new computer so here is a post                                  from a few years ago.

Time is a concept that was invented by people to try and control their lives. We focus on the issues of time as if it controls us and in a way it does.  People live their lives under the watchful eye of the clock.  We have to be somewhere by a certain time so we worry about being late.  Time does allow us to focus and organize our lives and that is not all bad but there does come a ‘time’ when it is necessary to just turn off the clock.  Try going a day without wearing a watch or looking at the clock.  Do you find that you are trying to ‘time’ everything? Do you guess at the time?  Some people need the security of knowing just what time it is and this is not a failing.  It probably means that they are rarely late to anything.

Every now and then it is comforting to retire from convention.  Turn off the mechanical devices and listen.  Listen to the sound of your heart or the cries of the seagulls. Take a moment to relish in the absence of technology, ignore the clock and relax.  Today will never, ever come again and it would be a shame to miss it.  Is the sun bright and warm in the sky or is the rain beating a quiet patter against the window?  Is the wind gently swaying the trees as if in a gentle dance?  Do you notice these things when you are preoccupied by the passing of time?  We have the power to control time, or at least the perception of time.  Do not let the clock run your life, it is a tool only.  Enjoy the moments and let the minutes take care of themselves.

Uncomfortable Situations

 

We all have them. Those times when you are not ready to speak up in a crowd or to give a report to a demanding boss. I hated standing up in class and giving speeches or even speaking. Who hasn’t been in the situation where they simply are not prepared and you have to ‘wing it’ or face the truth and admit defeat? I’ve been there.

As I grew older I developed the skills to better equip me to deal with these situations. Life experiences helped, of course, but also acting. In High School I joined the Drama department by accident. Yes, you read that right: by accident. As a youth I was great at ‘moral support’ for my friends. One such friend wanted to audition for a play. So I went along for moral support. She auditioned and then I was asked to go on stage. I could have refused but I did not want to be appear stupid so I did as was asked. I got a part. It was a big part. And I was good.

That is exactly where my journey to self-awareness began. I learned to protect the shy, introverted 6-year-old inside and display only poise and confidence. It worked.

As the years went on I got better and better. My confidence grew. I learned to prepare my self for any possibility I could think of. At parties I had topics lined up to speak about. This is where my Daily Quips originated. Of course I never wrote any of them down but those situations were the genesis.

I learned to do things that frightened me. I spoke in public. I had techniques that allowed me to appear just as I wanted to be seen. I had years of performing on stage to make it all work.

But some situations require a different approach. Wisdom comes with age. Sometimes the honest approach is to admit that you do not know. That is tough. Now, I have more respect for an individual who openly admits that they do not know the answer. There is no shame in that. I will admit that it was a hard lesson for me to learn. But I did learn it.