What a wild and crazy month! After a terribly long wait, the roses bloomed. Two days later, the lilies flowered. By tomorrow, it will be quite a glorious view!
What goal are you working on now?
Are taking pictures of a rusted old fire engine as it gets rebuilt … is that a goal? I’m also (still and forever) trying to figure out how to get a new door for the house, get the bugs out of the house. Kill the ants, the carpenter ants and anything else that is crawling around. Otherwise, I live from day-to-day, trying to figure out something new to say on this blog. I suppose that’s a goal, of sorts.
Mostly, we live with the goal of staying alive, staying smart, keeping focused. Not sliding into some hazy elderly oblivion. To remain reasonably healthy.
I think goals are overrated. We live our entire lives focused on goals. As soon as we achieve one, we need another because what’s life without a goal? So we create a new goal and drive towards it as if the goal is our meaning. I’m cheered by how healthy and active people many years my elders are. It’s delightful that they are in such fine shape. I’m not terribly impressed by a 90-year-old woman who is still determined to run the Boston Marathon. All I can think of is … “But why?”
Let’s take a break. We don’t need a goal. It’s okay to relax. To enjoy being with friends or family or do whatever you do that you enjoy — or do nothing. You do not need a goal.
What is one thing you’re glad you tried but would never do again?
I could answer that, but then I’d have to kill you.
Did you choose your profession or did it choose you?
I was doomed to be a writer. I was helpless before the waves that broke over me. It was filled with words. Millions and millions of words. Engulfed and drowning in words, I needed use up the words.
I started to write. There are still mountains of words waiting to be written and I’m going as fast as I can!
Have you ever gotten lost?
Always. Constantly. Everywhere.