The Ramblings of Daily Life

  Photo taken on Asheville Trail I believe that people change… well some people do.   Over the course of my life, so far, I’ve known a lot of people.   Some on a superficial level, some in great depth.   I’ve spent hours listening to stories over wine, commiserating about life’s obstacles, empathizing with shared vitriol over those who think differently.   I think it would be hard to find someone who says they don’t want to change for the better. We all set lofty goals for ourselves in the hopes we will get somewhere new.   I’m going to lose that weight, I’m going to stop drinking, I’m going to put myself out there, I am going to move.   I, too, have fallen victim to these aspirations.   They sound fluffy and they lift your spirits. However, without appropriate action, they are just lip service.   Changes are not made in sweeping movements, they happen each day, with little baby steps. It’s easier to accept the status quo when we embrace ...

We all need convictions.  We can’t recall the past correctly, so we fill in the gaps.  We can’t predict the future, so we imagine.  I would never give up my imagination for anything.   The fact that I still have the ability to dream is the biggest blessing.   However, I must not confuse dream with prophecy. I vacillated back and forth among various living situations in the last several years.   I rented by myself, with roommates, in high-end communities, low end communities, lived at home.   Changing my environment was one way in which I reset myself for a fresh beginning.   Every time I thought about purchasing a home, I could not make up my mind about what I wanted.   A nice townhome in the city, a fixer upper in the burbs, a house in the country?   I let everyone else’s opinions shift my attitude towards what I wanted back and forth.   I toured a bunch of different places, but I seemed to always find an issue so...