Sharing my world 12/3/18

What are the most important lesson(s) you’ve learned in life? I’ve learned a lot of lessons in my time, and many of them have been important. One that comes to mind comes from Shakespeare, Hamlet if I remember correctly — Neither a borrower or a lender be. I’ve mentioned it before, but I don’t lend anything out that I expect to get back. Ever. I’d rather just gift something to someone, and if something is precious to me, well, it’s not getting lent out. I also tend not to borrow anything that someone wants back, and I make it very clear to someone who tries to “lend” me something that I have a crap memory and if they want their precious item back it may not ever happen, so they’d better think twice, and then think again, about lending it to me. I’ve seen too many friendships break up over paltry bits of trinkets or tiny amounts of money — It’s the principle of the thing. Whatever. Just don’t lend or borrow and you’ll be fine. 

Another important life lesson I’ve learned  is to live for today, and not just today but Now… this very second we live in. The moment that I’m typing this blog, and the moment that you, dear reader are reading it. Two separate moments to be sure, but they are a singular moment just the same. You see, tomorrow is a future no one has control over — hell, five minutes from now is a future no one can manipulate. On the flip side, yesterday, or even five minutes ago, is a past that cannot be changed. So this minute right now is the only time we have any modicum of control over. So this moment, right here, right now, this is the moment to live for. Sure, plan for tomorrow, and remember the past, but don’t live for them, because they are not here, not now. And they never will be.  That doesn’t mean I’m going to go bungle jumping or sky diving or “seize the day” like every day is my last — though it could be.  I just means I don’t pine for what could have been or dream about what could be. I live moment to moment and make what I can of the moment I have.

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How did you meet your husband/wife or significant other? How did you know he/she was “the one”? We met online on one of those dating sites… I’ll remember it in a moment.  I was in Mississippi and he lived in New Mexico. I was planning to move to New Mexico, to I thought that I’d get started with meeting people online through the dating site. I was actually talking to several guys through this site, but Doug and I clicked. We “met” virtually on Christmas Eve, because neither of us are Christian so neither of us were celebrating. We chatted online until I moved out to New Mexico ’round about January 1. We met in person on January 2, went to dinner and the rest of it is history. I think what we liked about the other is that both of us were pretty honest on our profiles. Dear reader, I’ve been using public dating services — first newspaper ‘personal’ ads, then online dating services — for a long time, and I know that there’s nothing to be gained by lying on a profile. I also know how to spot a fake profile from a mile away. Though in the newspapers they didn’t have pictures, but man… people lie. And a lot of people are pretty bad liars. And… why lie? I mean if the ultimate goal is to meet someone, why would someone lie about their looks/age? That just makes no sense. So anyway, Doug and I were each honest in our profiles and that was important to both of us. I never did meet the other guys I was talking to.  Just sent them a friendly note on OKCupid (that’s the name of the site we met on) that I’d met someone and that was that. How did I know he was the one? I can’t really tell you. We just clicked, and after six years, we still click. I can’t honestly say why we clicked, he’s totally not the the kind of guy I’d normally date, but we did. And I’m glad. 

 If you could take a year-long paid sabbatical, what would you do?  So a “sabbatical” is, by definition:

1.a period of paid leave granted to a university teacher or other worker for study or travel, traditionally one year for every seven years worked.

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So If I were to take a sabbatical from being disabled, I’d have to go back to work, I suppose, which would be great, if I could. Ha! I’d love to go to somewhere like Japan or Turkey or something and teach English, which was my original plan after finishing college. Unfortunately, a lot of the schools that hire teachers for this over there don’t hire older teachers. The want young teachers. It’s status symbol or something. I don’t make the cut by twenty years. Ha! Oh well. Maybe just going over there for a year would be nice. Especially if it’s a paid sabbatical. 

What is your favorite thing to buy at a movie theater concession stand? I dunno, I guess I’ll have to go with the classic popcorn and DIet Coke for this. Though I do like buying plain M&M’s to put in my popcorn (if they’re available). The heat of the popcorn will melt the chocolate inside of the candy shell and contrast of sweet candy and melted chocolate tastes just downright decadent with the salty popcorn. Yum!  I haven’t done that in a long time. I remember doing that as a kid and have just kept up the habit. But it has been a while. 


Doug Lanford's portrait.
The Enterprise in our tree

What are some Holiday Traditions you and/or your family observe in December? Doug and I aren’t much for tradition, honestly. Now that my kids are grown and gone, my Christmas spirit isn’t as strong as it used to be. I also tend to blame my health for that. I blame my health for a lot of things… But that’s another tirade altogether. ^_^ And Dong is pretty blasé about a lot of things when it comes to the holidays. Decorate the house, don’t decorate the house: it’s all the same to him. He does like having the tree up though, so he can hang his Star Trek Enterprise ship inside of it. So that’s a tradition I suppose. 🙂 We’ll probably get around to that this weekend. We don’t have a particular way of doing that though. We have a small, artificial tree that we put up on a table every year and put fake presents underneath because a tree just looks weird without presents under it, and that’s that. We decorate the mantle and maybe the table around the tree, but we haven’t decorated outside since New Mexico. We might get back into it when we have a more favorable house for decorating. This one? Nah. 

Via Melanie’s Share Your World

4 thoughts on “Sharing my world 12/3/18

  1. Melanie B Cee

    Very wise ‘rules or instructions’ for life I think! I’ve had someone else’s jigsaw puzzle for going on three years (in the Spring). I’m fairly certain they’re sorry they ever lent it out too. And I plan to just give up on it (it’s one of those really hard ones that I used to adore doing BEFORE computers were a thing) and give it back. One of these days! 😉 Thanks for Sharing Your World Willow! ❤

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    1. Willow Post author

      I’ve bought movies, books, and other things several times over because friends and family borrow them never to give them back. 🙂 Hell I think I’ve bought Monty Python, Search for the Holy Grail five different times. ha! And one winter, I bought three separate jackets… It’s just not worth the pain and heartache to ask for them back. Way simpler to consider them a gift and buy a new one. 🙂 Then it’s no hard feelings on either side.

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  2. Marilyn Armstrong

    I think there’s a real common threat that once the kids are gone, the holidays don’t have the same importance they did. And as they scatter, it becomes a very private thing because the family just isn’t around anymore. That’s a little sad, but that’s the way it is for many people.

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