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A new blog to contain answers to prompts |
Since my old blog "Everyday Canvas "  became overfilled, here's a new one. This new blog item will continue answering prompts, the same as the old one. Cool water cascading to low ground
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| Prompt: Write an acrostic poem about Winter Solstice. Yup, it will have two stanzas one with the first letter of each line spelling winter and the second stanza with the first letter spelling solstice. Have fun. I can't wait to see what you come up with in your entry. -------- Winter Solstice Weather whispering through pine trees Into my soul, as if icicles that tease Nights stretch long, days down to a trace Thoughts linger toward a gloomy place Earth in its unbidden celestial dance, Races into my musings' quiet trance Stars shining bright in frosty air Over me, as if some spectacle rare Light, then, on its way to a slow return Soon, inside me a yearning will burn Turning the wheel of memories to keep score Inviting tears into my life, now and once more Cope I must, with changes, dark or light Eternal cycles reigning, those I cannot fight. ------------ Note: Solstice in Latin means the sun stands still before reversing direction. As to its symbolism, it represents the triumph of light over darkness and vice versa. It, in fact, points to a cycle of renewal within the cycles of nature. The winter solstice, in the Northern hemisphere is around December 21 and December 22. It marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. This is due to the earth's tilt. Some old cultures like the Mayans and ancient Egyptians built monuments aligned with the solstice. Even in our day, solstices are celebrated in many places in the world. |
| Prompt: Do you ever wish you could take your precious, cherished memories, wrap them up in tissue paper, put them in a big box with your Christmas Decorations then get them out at Christmas and relive them? How would it make you feel? Write about this in your Blog entry today. ------------ Such a fun prompt! But it is not me who'd wrap and put away cherished anything. Especially with such memories, I like them within my easy reach. Come to think of it, visiting them around Christmas would be nice, too. Anyway, around the Christmas table or on any other sorts of family gatherings, don't people always bring up the good memories and wonderful friends who are no more? Memories, especially the cherished ones, mostly transport me to happy moments and make me smile on a hard day as they offer strength and clarity. Some of my memories --I guess this has to do with age  - are very vivid; others are soft distant echoes of my bygone days, just as profound. Some of my beloved memories have to do with my grandmother's hugs in my difficult times or when I had done something she had approved.Talking about my grandmother, in such an occasion when the whole family would be around the dinner table, she'd be the one to correct other people's memories. And when she got an objection, such as, "I remember it this way...," she'd say, "You memory is faulty. I lived the longest among all of you, here. Therefore, what I'm remembering is the correct version." Then, she'd top it off with one of her loud and happy laughters. I learned from my grandmother that remembering is not a passive act, but it is honoring the past, its moments, and the people who have given meaning to my life. Thus, when I visit such a memory, its beauty lights up the present. It means its value wasn't just in those old cherished moments and remembrances, but in the ways I and others in my family have carried them forward with a deep gratitude for their existence. |
| Prompt: Reading What books are you reading right now? Write about this in your Blog entry today. ------- I read a few chapters from The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov who died in 1940. It was translated from Russian by Mirra Ginsburg. From so far that I've read, the story seems to be about the existence of God. The novel begins in a night in Moscow at Patriarch's Ponds, where Mikhail Alexandrovich Berlioz and Ivan Nikolaevich Ponyrev have a mysterious encounter with a weird guy, Professor Woland, who is the devil. The thing is, here, the devil tries to tell the Russian unbelieving people that God exists. Then, there is also another time of space of 2000 yrs. ago with Pontius Pilate and Yesha Ha-Nozri conversing. Pilate, although he tries not to, condemns Yeshua to death. Their discussion is similar to that of the devil and the non-believer Russians. There are themes, ideas, and imagery from Christianity and the supernatural. I guess this book could be called a dark comedy that criticized the Soviet Union under Joseph Stalin. For that reason, this novel was published two decades after its writer's death. I'm really trying to get the meaning in this novel more thoroughly, and I'm sticking with it because it won many awards and was made into a film, if I'm not mistaken. My problem in reading The Master and Margarita especially happened between the first and the second chapters. I saw no explanation why the story jumped to 2000 years ago, and there was no ease of passage between its chapters. Maybe, I'll like this book and maybe not, but I'm sticking with it till its end. Tomorrow, Ta Nehisi Coates' book The Message in hardcover is scheduled to arrive. At this point, I'm probably more interested in reading that one. Also, I just got in Kindle, Money GPT: AI and the Threat to the Global Economy by James Rickards, and Letters by Oliver Sacks. I'm actually dying to read these two Kindle books plus the hardcover one that'll arrive tomorrow. Still, I'll finish Mikhail Bulgakov's book, as well. I promised myself that. By the way, Mikhail Bulgakov was an Ukrainian, born in Kyiv at the time. and yet, he was and still is much hailed as a very famous Russian author. Go figure! How things change! |
| Prompt: Friendships "There is a magnet in your heart that will attract true friends. That magnet is unselfishness, thinking of others first; when you learn to live for others, they will live for you." Paramahansa Yogananda What do you think this prompt means when it comes to making friends? Is total unselfishness the only way to make friends? And how do think friendships deepen? --------- First, I would never act totally unselfish just to make friends. If I were that unselfish, I couldn't live in this world, for sure. This would be because I would think twice before eating meat or even plants, using the environment, and driving on a lane in front of other cars, for example. Imagine trying to give way for all the other cars pass in front of you. You'd get nowhere, and besides, you'd hold up the traffic. The way I see it, total unselfishness could be the yogi-like way of speaking, but it doesn't work in the real world. Then, while selflessness is a quality much admired by all and might be a front factor in making friends, it is not the only way. Plus, it doesn't work in the long run. This is because any friendship needs reciprocity from both parties, so it can grow on mutual respect, care, and understanding. What really means something in making friends is beyond selflessness. In my opinion, authenticity has to be the first requirement. Why would anyone want to be friends with a made-up person? Anyhow, most friendships begin from shared interests, not because someone sees the other person being totally selfless. Also, being dependable is quite important. If you say you'll meet a friend at a certain place or time, and you don't show up without a good reason, that would make you undependable and any friendship with you might not be considered again. In addition, just maybe, showing empathy and sharing one's feelings, experiences, and thoughts can be important, too, as this would build trust in between people. In short, being overly self-centered can alienate people. No one wants to be around those who are always looking for their own benefits and prioritizing their own deeds and works. I think the ideal way for making friends has to do with finding the right balance. One has to have boundaries, and at the same time, has to value and support the other person. To put it in a nutshell, true friendships are built on give and take without any resentment or burnout. |
| Prompt: Never giving up? "If you fall behind, run faster. Never give up, never surrender, and rise up against the odds." Jesse Jackson What do you think this quote means? Is it a good idea to never give up on something, someone, or some project that seems like a dead-end? Do you give up easily or are you the kind of person Jesse Jackson was talking about? ------------- I have to say, "Never say never!" This is, although Jesse Jackson was such an admirable person with tenacity. I may not be exactly the kind of person Jesse Jackson was talking about, but I don't give up easily, either. Let's face it, we saw the results of Jesse Jackson's perseverance and determination in the face of what seemed, in those days, totally useless, but then, it wasn't useless. It opened up a whole new era for our entire country, if not for the world as well. Still, as much as Jesse Jackson himself and this quote by him is a powerful motivator, the effectiveness of never giving up depends on the situation and the problem at hand. On the plus side, I think this advice encourages mental toughness so I don't give up when facing the smallest kind of difficulty and I can overcome most obstacles and failures. Then, when I keep at a difficult task, I can also gain new skills and so I can develop internally and emotionally. While growing up and learning new languages and such, one of my options was for a language that had an alphabet with very different characters, signs, and letters. It was a difficult task and some people laughed at me, but as the result, I learned a lot about not one but three or more different cultures and ways of being. I am very glad I did that, so when world events turn one way or another, at least, I can see the effects of linguistic misunderstandings among the many nations. As much as not giving up helps to build resilience,--here I go again, with resilience  --there is also that risk of burnout. Although I wish I could somehow, had I tried to learn all the languages on earth, I'd probably not have lived my own life the way I would like to. There wouldn't be enough time for that and the whole effort would end up in a burnout, wouldn't it! This just goes to show that not every goal can be feasible or even doable.In addition, persevering at something without adapting to the conditions and the difficulties of the task, can lead to missed opportunities elsewhere. From that angle, walking away can be the most practical choice. Plus, that "never give up" thing can create excess pressure on a person, especially when there is no clear direction. This pressure can lead to feelings of guilt, especially when success is not achieved. Therefore, while "never give up" can be a valuable motto, it is also just as valuable to know when to quit or revise or change goals. So, from my point of view, real success mostly lies somewhere in between the two poles of any one goal. |
| Prompt: On December 14, 1911, Norwegian Roald Amundsen becomes the first explorer to reach the South Pole, beating his British rival, Robert Falcon Scott. If you were offered a free trip to the South Pole to help with research, would you go? ---------- Would I go? No, not unless I was given a new life with a stronger body that is immune to cold. This, however, isn't because I don't want to or that I don't understand the research being done there. Also, Antarctica is possibly the one, if not the only, place where we stupid earthlings do cooperate with one another. There is a treaty for that and I hope no one messes with it, ever. Through such a treaty and understanding, just maybe, we might handle the management of our resources and face climate change as one world. I hope I recall this correctly, but I think someone in Cape Canaveral also mentioned once, that South Pole mimics the conditions in space, and so it makes the outer space exploration a bit more possible. It is also said that the oceans around Antarctica have diverse ecosystems and that they are testing those effects of melting ice on the kinds of fish and other marine life. Then, South Pole also has fresh water in its ice sheets and a high altitude. That's why they have telescopes and other detectors there for exploring many facts, still unknown to us. Their findings may even let us know more about the future climate changes and our earth's conditions. Still, as much as I applaud all those unselfish scientists working inside the South Pole labs and braving the ice and snow and freezing weather in snowmobiles and kayaks, I have no business being there just to make a pest of myself to them.  After all, even Santa is said to live on the North pole! |
| Prompt: Do you have Friday the 13th superstitions? ---------------- No, I have no problems with Friday the 13th or any other day or date. Friday the 13th is just another day. True, some terrible thing happened on that day, but then, other similar terrible things do take place on other days, also. For a superstition involves several well-understood psychological processes, including our sensitivity to coincidence. It has to do with fear of the unknown, and heaven forbid, if something bad happens on a certain day! That day and others carrying the same name or number will be cursed in our minds forever and ever. It isn't that I don't have any superstitions, but my superstitions are very different. One that might be considered a superstition for me is doing stuff without thinking it through. On the other hand, one sometimes has to do that. Would I not help out another person caught in some kind of a fire or another immediate danger? Should I have to think through that whole action before hand? No, there'd be no time for that. I'd just have to do it. Sometimes, regular routines turn into superstitions. For example, I have a daily routine after I wake up in the morning, and if I don't do it even just one day, I might subconsciously or consciously think that my day is off somehow. And in here, can be hidden another birth of a superstition. So when that happens, I warn myself. My mother used to be a very superstitious person. Some of her superstitions were: Don't look in the mirror at night; you'll see a demon. Only cut your nails on Thursdays and Mondays. No laundry on Saturdays, it is very bad luck. She would also knock on wood and pull her ears. It was always things like that. And she wasn't a stupid woman, either, and in many other ways, she was very intelligent. Yet, this was her way of coping with the unknown. I bet, since she couldn't trust real life, she put her trust in magic or chance through her established false understanding of cause and effect. So at one time in my life, I decided not to be like her. Granted, I'm stupid in my own ways, but at least, to the best of my conscious knowledge of myself, I haven't borrowed or used my mother's, my family's, or anyone else's superstitions. |
| Prompt: What books have you read that you find yourself thinking about years later? Write about this in your Blog entry today. ------------ OMG! This prompt hits the hornet's nest...in a nice way! First, almost anything I read has an aftereffect of 15 minutes to a lifetime. Then, whatever I read in my youngest days have a way of still haunting me. I bet this this has something to do with memory fading with age. There are some books from those days from which I still recall exact scenes, but for the life of me, I cannot remember the authors or the names of those books. I recall one author's name though, Comtesse de Ségur a French writer, as my mother had started reading those stories to me even before I was four. I think those books were about young children, one of them not so good (her name was Sophie), but the others were very obedient and their stories got good endings as the result. My mother's reading to me must have had something to do with my learning to read so early when I was three or four. From those earliest times, when I was ten or younger, I can still remember Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, and St. Exupery's Little Prince. This may be partly because I reread The Little Prince later in high school. I have been a big reader. I used to read 100 to 150 or more books a year. Now that my eyes are rebelling, I try listening to them, although I still miss the joy of reading from the pages and holding the book in my hands. I guess, as much as fiction and how-to books, I also read a lot of writings from all different religions because religion always has been a magnet, and I still find something good inside each of those books. Since I try to stay away from the discussion of religions in my blogs, I'm leaving those out, at the moment. Then, there are the fiction books I read during my high school and young adult years. They begin with everything from Dostoyevsky, which may be partly due to our high school lit teacher's adoration of him. To make sure, I reread a few of those later on and found that my awe of Dostoyevsky had been real and I still recall bits and pieces of his writing and characters. Also, from those earlier times, I recall quite well, Wuthering Heights, Jane Eyre, and Les Miserables by Victor Hugo. Later on, Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale, Ian McEwan's Atonement, John Green's The Fault in Our Stars, Kazuo Ishiguro's Never Let Me Go and Klara and the Sun have also impressed me deeply. The same is true of Anthony Doerr's Cloud Cuckoo Land. Then, my most memorable reading or listening has to do with memoirs and memoir based fiction. They start with Helen Keller's book, The Story of My Life, which I had read in high school and was impressed deeply by it, then. I was also impressed very much by Anne Frank's The Diary of a Young Girl, and especially Viktor E. Frankl's Man's Search For Meaning. Also, Elie Wiesel's Night, Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt, and a few others that I'm afraid their titles and events from their insides will come back to haunt me later. I am sure I forgot a whole lot of good books that did something to my psyche, here. Since I love words for what they can do, however terribly sometimes--like "Heil Hitler!", I truly love reading books almost as much as I love playing with words myself. Also, there have been books, no matter what the hoopla about them, after I've finished reading, I have thought, "Now, why did I waste my time on this one!" Those, however, I immediately forget about. So, I guess reading is a mixed bag which is highly personal to me. |
Prompt: "Determination gives you the resolve to keep going in spite of the roadblocks that lay before you. : Denis Waitley Write about this in your Blog entry today. -------- The way I look at it, this all boils down to resilience. I think I mentioned this before in one of my blogs; however, here it is again. A much loved high school home-ec teacher of mine, Miss Lindsay, once told us in class that the most important thing to get through life is resilience, and we should do our best to acquire, secure, and keep it through all phases of our lives. I never forgot Miss Lindsay's words and tried very hard to live up to the meaning of resilience. I'll always be indebted to Miss Lindsay, not only for her teachings but also for her sparkling personality. This is because that idea of resilience did help me through all sorts of life events. Determination is part of resilience, as is resolve. Both determination and resolve speak to the incredible potential within each of us and enable us to remain focused on our goals and our lives. I might probably describe determination as that spark of persistence hidden in every human, or in other words, the inner fire that fuels us all. Yet, it is not something that pushes us forward blindly. It has a clear purpose. It wants to reach a goal. Through determination, we do not lose our optimism and we keep building on successes over successes. Through determination, we refuse to give up even when we come face to face with huge difficulties. This helps us to solve problems, persevere, and even be creative. As to resolve, it is our inner fortitude. It points to our mental strength to make firm decision and act on them. It has more to do with keeping to our purpose and integrity. It helps us to rise after we've fallen down. It helps us endure hardships. It helps us keep our clarity of mind in the most uncertain of times. There's an incredible amount of potential in each one of us. It is up to us, to focus into that potential and live good lives and hopefully, along the way, inspire others, also. &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&& And in Relation to the Original Entry: I just finished reading a short book by Akash Karia, 7 Things Resilient People Do Differently. So, to put the words of this author in a nutshell: 1. Accept what you cannot change. Focus on what you can control and express gratitude for what you already possess or have done. 2. Talk nicely to yourself. Don't call yourself names and don't let your inner critic change facts. Instead use positive affirmations. 3. Ask better questions. Don't ask the creation, God or whatever, "Why me?" "What's wrong with me?" Instead, ask, "How can I grow from this?" or "What can I learn from this?" 4. View stress as a growth challenge and an opportunity. And manage stress positively through relaxation techniques, humor and social support. 5. If need be, seek help. Your helpers could be friends, family members, mentors, and even professionals. 6. Take action. Do not procrastinate or give in to worrying. Break down bigger tasks into manageable steps and celebrate your progress with them. 7, Cultivate a growth mindset and try to learn new skills. During the process of learning, your resilience will increase, even if the outcome of the skill is not perfect. |
| Prompt: clothes What do you think about clothes in general and what types of clothes do you think are the most comfortable to wear? On the other hand, which types of clothes are not comfortable to wear? ----------- I happen to think that we humans are so off with just about everything, and especially our clothes! This may be due to our make-up NOT being environmentally friendly, since our skins alone could not, did not fully protect us, ever. So we came up with the idea of clothes, envying the lush fur of the felines. Why were our skins not good enough, is another somewhat related question. Now here, goes wild my imagination all the way to us being outer space people, but let's just stick to our earthly clothes for now. Clothes show cultural and social identity. This type of identity, however, belongs only to our species, I'm afraid. I've seen all kinds of house cats with all kinds of markings and colors act friendly with each other. Their relationships did not involve the fur they had on. Yet, if the humans were cats, they would probably choose the cats with markings and colors similar to their own, so they could make friends with them. That is why in many societies, clothing fulfills cultural expectations of modesty and provides a sense of privacy. So here is my deduction as an answer to clothes being emblems of social and cultural identity for us humans: Our thinking is warped and cats are smarter. Another thing that is warped may be the fashion trends. Just watch an artsy fashion show and you'll be embarrassed by the thought that outer space aliens are watching, too, and laughing their heads off. Not to mention the idea that what we wear shows status and symbolizes to which group or class of society we belong. For example, if attending a professional or formal event, would you dare to walk in wearing old jeans or a housedress, while everyone else is clad in suits, ties, and formal dresses? All this is because, we human dummies prioritize appearance over comfort. To be fair to the latest generation of us humans, there is that influence of history, butting in from the background. Many uncomfortable clothing traditions and choices stem from the historical practices, and whether we acknowledge this fact or not, they influence modern designs. Then, even the very idea of comfort depends on one's personal likes and dislikes. To me, comfortable means I don't think about what I am wearing or be pinched or itched by what I am wearing. This is why I applaud the growing trend toward more comfortable clothing, based on functionality and personal preferences with a tad of acceptance for social considerations. Just maybe, we might be learning, at last, from watching other species such as house cats and all other felines. |
| Prompt: Climbing What if you were to climb to the top of a very high mountain, would you do it? And/or if you wish, what does the word "climbing" bring to your mind? ------- Hahaha! I can't even climb a steep set of stairs ever since I came down with asthma during my mid-forties. I may like to be on the top of a very high mountain, which I imagine has to have the most fantastic view, provided there's an elevator to that spot. The first thing the word climbing brought to my mind is a climbing ivy. In fact, I'm looking at it while I type this. "This plant," the seller said when I bought it, "can thrive indoors. It doesn't need much of anything. Just a bit of water a few times a week." It was just a potted plant in the beginning and I never thought of it as a climbing anything. About a year or two later, it decided to climb just a tad. Now, over the several years, it has climbed on the wall where I have a few family photos hanging and of all the other photos, it has encircled my late husband and his sister's childhood photo. I had nothing to do with it. Those who see it think I trained the ivy that way. Nope, it did all that on its own. Not the other photos, though; just that one! Climbing as a metaphor may describe something rising in value or numbers, like the stock market, eager people, temperature...etc. It can also refer to overcoming obstacles or struggles, such as moving up a career ladder or moving into a higher economic or social status. Then, of course, even indoor plants can be climbers, too, as I found out.  |
| Prompt: "May and October are the best-smelling months, but I’ll make a case for December; evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon." — Lisa Kleypas What are your favorite December smells? Why? --------- My favorite December smells are bouquets of clean pure fragrances, such as those of warmth, festivity, appreciation, and that bittersweet aroma of nostalgia. When we lived up in North, the crisp cold air and the smell of fresh snow carried a clean, pure, slightly metallic feeling for my nose, however sharp and invigorating it was. Do I miss it? No! It was then; this is now. Wherever I am, whether I am under the hot Florida sun or enjoying the fragrance of pine forests, or the smell of damp earth, or fallen leaves, December always brought the warmth of spicy anything...cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, and cookies, gingerbread, and pies baking. Then, who can resist those gooey jelly doughnuts? I love their smells so much that I use all those spices throughout the year to add to the comforting hot drinks like cocoa, tea, and coffee. And yes, even in the scorching Florida climate. All these things, especially the songs that carry smells like "chestnuts roasting on an open fire," inspire feelings of togetherness, reflection, celebration, and thankfulness to add to the traditions that linger in my heart always. As much as I try to be grounded in the present, all those aromas and memories have a way of pulling me toward the past, and as the result my past and present unite beautifully. For that alone, what can top the scent of December any better! |
| Prompt: On this day in 1955, New York psychologist Joyce Brothers wins "$64,000 Question" with topic of boxing. If you were playing the 64,000 game and could choose your category what would you chose? Why? ---------- At that time, I was still a child, although I remember Joyce Brothers talking about it on a talk show, probably a few years later, denying that she was given the answers beforehand. What I also recall is that the show didn't have a long life, although its name became a phrase for solving difficult questions. Even for its early success, the show was said to be made for dramatic effects, with an isolation booth for contestants and such, so the people would keep watching Unfortunately, because of the idea and the drama, the contestants were given the questions and answers and were made to act like actors. For that and probably a few other mishaps, the show didn't survive much longer. Granted, the idea behind that show might have been innovative but the show itself certainly broke a few ethics rules. As for me, I wouldn't be playing that game in the first place. I'd rather earn stuff or receive things or funds freely as gifts through the good will of friends and family. I've never entered a sweepstakes in my life, unless you don't count the trike I won when I was six years old, which wasn't my doing. It was my mother in the wings. Then, of course, here in WdC, we have writing contests with prizes, but they are made to encourage writing and to give new ideas to our writers. Also, our reviews are entered into the Good Deeds race, which isn't really a quiz show or sweepstakes or even a game. When I accidentally win something anywhere through the good will of friends and family, I usually give it, or at least the monetary value of it, to someone else or to charity. Still, to answer the prompt's underlying question, were I to enter such a game, I would probably choose linguistics or words or something like that, which I might easily lose once the game could get more difficult. After all, no one knows everything! I certainly don't. |
| Prompt: Do you watch Christmas TV Shows and movies this time of year? ----------- I used to, is my true answer. Lately, I do like reading a lot. I guess when everyone goes one way, I go the other way. On the positive side, it makes driving through life easier.Talking about driving through life, when my kids were small, we did watch several good movies as a family. "A Charlie Brown Christmas" was an all-time favorite for us. We also enjoyed, way back when, "Frosty the Snowman," "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer," all the adaptations of Charles Dickens' "A Christmas Carol," and the animated version of "How the Grinch Stole Christmas." Even further back, I remember my generation of people liking and finding morals in much of those black-and-white movies, such as, "It's a Wonderful Life" and "Miracle on 34th Street." Come to think of it, I used to wish for the angel Clarence to come into my life. Then, when they tried to put color in the reels, it somehow didn't feel quite the same. Later on, I think we watched a "Home Alone" movie as a family, which my husband thought wasn't good for the children in general because it could have an unstabilizing effect on their psyches. By that time, however, our children were either in their late teens or they were already young adults. And I bet some non-Christmas cartoons and stories, then, had to be much worse examples for the younger set. Sometimes, TV series episodes also ran Christmas specials. I remember a couple of "Friends" episodes like that, however vaguely. Talking for myself, I have mostly liked the Christmas variety shows as they offered small sketches of stories, music, comedy, and heart-felt moments. Being an oldie, I was a fan of Andy Williams' shows, and I do remember Dean Martin's Christmas specials, along with Bob Hope's, John Denver's, Dolly Parton's, and also, any one singer or TV personality's specials with the Christmas motif. So, what I said as my answer in the beginning, I'll repeat now: I used to...once upon a time...!  |
| Prompt: If you could relive one year of your life, what year would you choose? Why? ------- If I really had to choose, it would have to be the time about two or more years before I was born. Just kidding! Fact is, I wouldn't want to go back to any one year to relive the whole thing again. I could relive some events and be with some people who are no more, and even enjoy some stretches of time within a year. I might like that, but not a whole entire year. In general, though, looking at the ways of the world, I've had a happier life than possibly half the world, but I go by the motto, "What's done is done!" That is another reason I wouldn't want to relive another whole year, especially one in the past, knowing that this, again, will be over. This nice prompt reminded me of the movie, The Groundhog Day. My late husband and I watched it at a movie theater. I think it was the early 1990s, although I can't recall which year. If we were to be watching it on the TV at home, I would probably left the room and read a book or something. I'm not saying anything against this movie, by the way. I think it was a very well-acted film with a thoughtful plot, but it was not for me. As I mentioned earlier, I'm just not into repetitions, especially those that take such a long time. But then, "time flies," they say, also. Maybe that is because my time, too, has flown quite fast, and maybe for that reason alone, I can't stand long-term repetitions. |
| Prompt: Procrastination What do you think about procrastination, in general, and why do you think people procrastinate sometimes? And is there something you have been procrastinating about? ----------- Procrastination isn't really a flaw but it can turn into one if carried to the extreme. I used to take things easier and sometimes, not do them exactly on time but I found that, in the long run, this ended up giving me an unusual stress, and if I procrastinated in one area, it also affected other areas in my life by reducing my productivity and making things harder for me. So, since I have the habit of overdoing things, now I do quite the opposite. Lately, I do everything on time and even before time, which has helped my credit score rise, as a bonus. When it comes to tasks, however, a common reason for procrastination is the fear of not doing a task well. We may delay starting something because we are overwhelmed by perfectionism or doubt our abilities, leading to avoidance as a way to escape the possibility of falling short., Then, finding the energy to start a boring or monotonous job can be difficult, and if any task is too big or complex, we may put off starting it because we are confused about knowing how or where to start it. So here comes the decision paralysis. This may lead to emotional avoidance and, to say the least, poor time management. So, it may be a good idea to break tasks into smaller steps and set doable, smaller goals and face our emotional blocks. I try not to procrastinate but in some areas, such as getting someone to do some work around the house, has become a procrastination issue for me because it is difficult for me to depend on others, even my sons, for things I don't have the strength for anymore. That is the result of being a do-it-yourself-er all my life. but I'm working on it! |
| Prompt: Journaling Do you do any other journaling besides your WdC blog? Private or public? Why or why not? Also, what could be some helpful tips you can give to others who want to start a daily journal of any kind? ------- Yes, I have four other journals but not all of them are for daily writing. The one I keep to every day is a small 3x5 inch thankfulness journal. The other is one for answering shadow-work questions. Then, another one is my personal diary. Yet another one is a fancy diary book, given to me as a gift, which has a writing prompt at the top of each page. All my physical journaling began because I realized that what I was writing was not for me alone and I figured it was high time that I took care of myself, first. Also, all these journals are for my eyes only, not that I'd care much if anyone got a hold of any one of them, but I wanted me to be as true to my writing as I could be, even if my personal life is not all that interesting. To begin with, I find that journaling has many functions and benefits,. Besides being a dumpster of emotions and events, it helps take the edge from strong feelings, so I don't go yakking and bothering people with my regurgitated stuff. The best thing about it, though, it helps me to see me as I am, more or less, under my surface feelings and to understand what is really going on behind them. It also helps me to see my life in its entirety and hushes up my internal critic. Then, I look at it as a free therapy of sorts; however, I don't know how long I'll keep up with all this journaling. After all, I've stopped writing novels and even short stories. I guess, this is the time for journaling in my life. In addition, I like handwriting much better. Old dog, no new tricks, here! Another thing is, when keeping a journal with this new ai thing and my computer, pads, and cell butting in with my writing, it feels like some machine is putting words in my mouth and into my writing before I finish typing them. This is quite annoying and it hurts my thinking process. With some machines, I can stop this, but not with others. Then, even when I can stop it, it comes back, anyway. Then, heaven forbid that I should write in a different language or use a made-up word! All this could be because I am obstinate, but I have a few messaging friends, old like me, and they are all complaining from the same things. After all, aren't we allowed to do our own thinking! |
| Prompt: Holiday shopping: Are you an early shopper or a last-minute kind of shopper? ------- Normally, I like doing things ahead of time, but not too far ahead of time. I mean, I'm not one of those people who do Christmas shopping in June, but late fall is a good time in my book. Still, there have been occasions when I needed to do a last minute shopping, possibly for a new friend or someone whose name slipped my mind earlier. Most of the time, my gifts are pretty straightforward. They are usually something I know they want, possibly something they may need, or something to read. Unless I know the person real well, I don't get something to wear for them because buying clothes for people can get extra tricky. Also, another kind of a gift is something they can really have fun with like a board game or a year's subscription to an online game that I know they like playing. Then, when I am in a bind or don't know the person well enough, my gift could be something they didn't know they wanted. Shopping for gifts can get trickier when one lives in a very crowded city. Then, when buying stuff in the stores, one has to be careful about their personal and financial safety. Of course, there's always Amazon and online shopping, too, to come to the rescue. |
| Prompt: Words Hope your Thanksgiving was everything you needed it to be. Please use these words in your entry today: bargain, disaster, bookstore, groceries, walk, chocolate, and peanuts. ---------- Books those simple joys in life, they keep me warm no simple storm ever can steal their charm like today, I *walked with my spirit high just to pass rows of stores where goods could lie with treasures and *bargains, as if a game but an ancient *bookstore did call my name so I now picked books in spines of gold edges worn with many-a-tale untold as if tasting *chocolate, rich and deep and scent of *peanuts roasting, just to sweep me off my feet; yet, when I left the store it was squalls, rain, and life tested me more a *disaster, no less, my patience was worn "no *groceries now, for my wallet's torn!" I clutched my books since my heart would be fed still I could laugh and then, press ahead books with joys of fancy keep me warm and no storm today can steal their charm |
| Prompt: Write about your favorite Thanksgiving memories for your entry today. If you don't celebrate, your favorite meal memory. ------- Here's my happy meals memories, since I already wrote about my Thanksgiving memories, yesterday. When I was a child, in summers usually, my grandmother's younger brother used to come visit us and stay with us for a month or more. He was a one of the elders of the family and was a judge in a faraway place. During the time he stayed with us, just about our whole family came to visit to see him. Most family members lived nearby, then; although a few others who lived farther away would stay the night, also. Luckily, our house was large enough. Still, some nights, the house would be so full that they made us kids share beds, with several beds in the same room, some on the floor made from mattresses, pillows, and sheets. I would be in seventh heaven, then, because I was an only child to my mother, and I loved all my cousins as I still do. Probably, this is because people who share little mischiefs usually stay close for life. During most of those nights, we ended up whispering to one another, until the wee hours. We had invented signals to let everyone know that an adult was on the way up the stairs, to check up on us. Then, the whole room would be quiet except for a few of us who couldn't contain our giggles. In those days, my grandmother would cook and bake from our family's traditional, favorite recipes. Some of those were ground beef and onion filled pastries as a side for soup or salad. Others were sweets with dripping honey or gooey syrup. Adults in the house also put us together around a kids' table for meals, and after one of those gooey deserts, some adult would come with a washcloth and a tiny tub of soapy water and say, "Don't anyone move!" We were only let go after she would be done with us. We were still expected to wash up ourselves afterwards, but that washcloth and soapy water was for the syrupy stuff as a preliminary clean up. Fast forward about seven decades from then, no more are the adults and a good number of my cousins from those days, and today, my remaining cousins are scattered all over the world, although we still keep in touch through technology, thank God. I guess, life always goes on, although people are made to be expendable, except for the memories. |
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