I am new to the blog thing and I am obviously over 50. Is there anything else you need to know about me? Probably not. I will share that as a child I was always told I think too much. Not that I overthink, for instance about a situation, but that I just spent too much time thinking. Staring into space, thinking. Well, I still do. But now I’ll call it musings, and share those musings with who ever wants to read them.
I just wonder sometimes if I’m the only person who thinks a certain way about certain things.
I was reading a blog I enjoy on a daily basis and I couldn’t help but finally say to myself, ‘this just isn’t interesting to me anymore.’ Have I changed? Get real for a minute. While I’m more than ready to blame myself for just about everything, I think this particular blogger is just phoning it in.
I know many of us are struggling with the daily barrage of bad news. As much as we look to the internet for distraction, it is the internet that can also bring us down. We all know this. But what’s the solution?
Do we go on with our humdrum lives, just accepting anything and everything into our brains? Trying to manage all the feelings into a neat little package that is labeled ‘me?’ All the rage we feel lies nestled right next to all the happiness and is, frankly crowding it out. Well, somebody says, just try to go about your daily business, ie., block a good portion of your thoughts, the bad ones, out of your consciousness. But is that why many of us are experiencing the weirdest dreams ever? I use to enjoy pastoral scenes of cats, dogs, cows, lions, giraffes all walking around verdant streams and waterfalls on their hind legs. In a dream, this was perfectly normal and entertaining. But now, I’m climbing steps that are way to high for me, it’s quite a struggle, and when I get to the top there’s a very small door and I can barely get through. I have yet to see what is on the other side of the door. It’s troubling. This, and other dreams cause me to wake up exhausted.
So excuse me, but I now must return to my usual humdrum life. Someone in my household made the announcement that he’s just about out of underwear. As if he’s the only one here who wears underwear.
Well, this was fun. I can hardly wait for tomorrow. Oh no, he just asked what’s for supper. It’s 7:30 in the morning!
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Musings over 50 