don't know what to write about...
I feel aimless tonight. I should be asleep, because I have to work tomorrow, but I don't feel like it yet (as usual).
I've been nostalgic lately, thinking about things from ever since when I was a little kid, all the people I've known, how many places I've lived, and how many things I've been able to do or participate in.
Though I've mostly lived in smaller towns, if I had died when I was 12 I would have already done a lot more things than many people who've lived a whole normal lifetime (I could start my resume at age 5, literally). I've always had a vivid imagination, extreme energy, and enjoyed a very wide variety of activities - mental, physical, spiritual, artistic, musical, and more - and found many people to share with on many levels - and I've almost always been very very lucky and blessed. And until an accident with head injuries, I always had 3 lines of thought running through my head at once (possibly many people do, and I'm just one of the weird people who listen to all 3? :P). My thinking was logical, though sometimes hard to follow - one night in college my friends and I figured out that I had gone through 17 jumps in (related) thought in one long sentence... lol.
::thinking::
We moved a lot when I was growing up, and I think that segmented my life a lot. It also made me get used to meeting people, and I still have a great time at my job, meeting people and discovering how I can help them do things they would like to - especially if they think they can't - or do what they want to do as well as possible, and/or as cheaply and efficiently as possible. I've worn so many hats that I can usually identify what they need quickly, sometimes even when they don't know what it is (or haven't thought of the possibility) yet. And I must not do too bad a job for them, because many come back and greet me as an old friend, and at least once every week someone comes back and hugs me (2 hugged me before they left last week, and we had just met! Fun!) so they must feel some type of friendship, as I do.
There aren't very many things I would like to do over again (and much better), but some are doozies. My Mom got mad at me once, and said, "'When she is good, she is very very good, but when she is bad, she is horrid'" and that hurt so much - but I guess that is right. I've tried to do as well as I could, for the most part; though my Dad asked me sometimes, in a very philosophical tone, "When have you ever really done your best" - and he was right, too.
Life is made up of choices, and all you have to decide is what to do with the time that you are given. And I've had a lot of love, and a lot of opportunities, and hopefully made mostly good choices. There have always been many ways I could go, and more I wanted to do than hours in the day to do them..
So far, it's been an incredibly good, interesting, and varied life. People I've talked with, or who knew me at various periods of my life - 7 times that I recall - have said I should write a book about the part of my life I was talking with them about.
I'm not really going anywhere with this, just saying what I've been thinking about lately.
And wondering why; or I guess, "why me?"
When I have the time, maybe I can figure out some of the "how" too.
Or maybe I'm just normal, and other people just don't talk as much as I do?
No; I guess there's no way my life could be said by anyone to be "normal" - and I hope I've been more than average in usefulness at least.
I'm facing a few new stages of life sometime soon; I wonder if that's what is making me wonder so much right now.
::musing a bit more::
Ah, well... bedtime is past, and if I don't get there soon tonight may be my last. Time to pillow my head, and hopefully repair for future adventures; whatever they may turn out to be.
~*~
I've been nostalgic lately, thinking about things from ever since when I was a little kid, all the people I've known, how many places I've lived, and how many things I've been able to do or participate in.
Though I've mostly lived in smaller towns, if I had died when I was 12 I would have already done a lot more things than many people who've lived a whole normal lifetime (I could start my resume at age 5, literally). I've always had a vivid imagination, extreme energy, and enjoyed a very wide variety of activities - mental, physical, spiritual, artistic, musical, and more - and found many people to share with on many levels - and I've almost always been very very lucky and blessed. And until an accident with head injuries, I always had 3 lines of thought running through my head at once (possibly many people do, and I'm just one of the weird people who listen to all 3? :P). My thinking was logical, though sometimes hard to follow - one night in college my friends and I figured out that I had gone through 17 jumps in (related) thought in one long sentence... lol.
::thinking::
We moved a lot when I was growing up, and I think that segmented my life a lot. It also made me get used to meeting people, and I still have a great time at my job, meeting people and discovering how I can help them do things they would like to - especially if they think they can't - or do what they want to do as well as possible, and/or as cheaply and efficiently as possible. I've worn so many hats that I can usually identify what they need quickly, sometimes even when they don't know what it is (or haven't thought of the possibility) yet. And I must not do too bad a job for them, because many come back and greet me as an old friend, and at least once every week someone comes back and hugs me (2 hugged me before they left last week, and we had just met! Fun!) so they must feel some type of friendship, as I do.
There aren't very many things I would like to do over again (and much better), but some are doozies. My Mom got mad at me once, and said, "'When she is good, she is very very good, but when she is bad, she is horrid'" and that hurt so much - but I guess that is right. I've tried to do as well as I could, for the most part; though my Dad asked me sometimes, in a very philosophical tone, "When have you ever really done your best" - and he was right, too.
Life is made up of choices, and all you have to decide is what to do with the time that you are given. And I've had a lot of love, and a lot of opportunities, and hopefully made mostly good choices. There have always been many ways I could go, and more I wanted to do than hours in the day to do them..
So far, it's been an incredibly good, interesting, and varied life. People I've talked with, or who knew me at various periods of my life - 7 times that I recall - have said I should write a book about the part of my life I was talking with them about.
I'm not really going anywhere with this, just saying what I've been thinking about lately.
And wondering why; or I guess, "why me?"
When I have the time, maybe I can figure out some of the "how" too.
Or maybe I'm just normal, and other people just don't talk as much as I do?
No; I guess there's no way my life could be said by anyone to be "normal" - and I hope I've been more than average in usefulness at least.
I'm facing a few new stages of life sometime soon; I wonder if that's what is making me wonder so much right now.
::musing a bit more::
Ah, well... bedtime is past, and if I don't get there soon tonight may be my last. Time to pillow my head, and hopefully repair for future adventures; whatever they may turn out to be.
~*~