I finished my personal final edit on my work-in-progress novel this week. Now it needs to be edited one more time by an editor.
Tag: philosophy
Pretending
Collective Consciousness
I found an interesting philosophical writing by someone on social media who uses an anonymous name. I’d like to give them credit for it, but I don’t know who it is that wrote it.
Birthday Celebration
During a time long forgotten, when life was still normal and humans didn’t have to wear masks, people were able to hold surprise birthday parties.
One year ago today, we held an 80th birthday surprise celebration for my mom. The picture above is when she first walked into the room.
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Words for Wednesday
The Best of Everything
With all that’s going on in the world, my husband and I like to escape to a different era by watching Turner Classic Movies. We recently enjoyed a classic that we learned was the basis of a television series which aired in 2007-2015. This got me to comparing the two, and how they portrayed their characters.
Have you ever heard of the 1959 movie, The Best of Everything?
Zeus and the Moon
Friday Freedom Feeling
Take a Pill
Last week I posted about how a couple of people have tried to rush me to get a new pet after saying goodbye to my beloved dog, Max. Today I’d like to discuss a topic that is related, but more about processing emotions in general.
You might say that those people think they’re trying to help by offering a new pet to stop me from hurting. That may be true, but in many cases, I think this goes even deeper.
Why does much of society think they can obliterate bad times altogether for humanity?
Humanity’s Inhumanity
My post today partners with my last one, about media influence on emotions. Bear with me, I’m going deep, and what I say may sound odd at first.
Can’t Think Straight
Have you ever experienced times when there is so much going on that you can’t even think straight? How about when you’re emotional about something? Have you ever been so angry your emotions took over and your mind froze? How about grief? Have you ever been deep in sadness and no thoughts mattered . . . only your grief mattered?
Yellow Carpet
I took the above photo on Sunday.
It Happened at the Beauty Salon
Mara climbed out of her car and blinked up at the powder blue sky. A gorgeous September day. She almost wished she didn’t have to go into the salon to get her hair done.
She shrugged; at least she enjoyed the company of the people there. The old fashioned, independent boutique had their regulars, and everyone knew each other. Even the door clanged with a bell when she 
entered.
“Hi, Mara.” Her stylist waved as she swept up her station. “I’ll be right with you.”
“No problem.” Mara stood near the checkout counter where a gray-haired woman was paying for services. She looked familiar from behind, and then when she spoke, Mara recognized her cousin. “Hello, Gloria. How are you?”
Gloria pivoted slowly, a scowl on her face, eyes squinted, and then she turned right back around toward the cashier without a word.
“Gloria? What’s the matter?” Deep down Mara knew. She didn’t mean to hurt her cousin’s feelings. She had apologized profusely, and Gloria said she accepted her apology. “You’re not going to talk to me anymore?”
With her back to Mara, Gloria spat, “No, I’m not.” She finished paying the cashier and stamped out the door.
Insignificant
Whatever you do may seem insignificant but it is important that you do it. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
You never know what results may come of your action(s), but if you do nothing there will be no result. ~ Mahatma Gandhi
Clever or Wise
Individuate
Sense of Purpose
I often think deep. I observe mine and others’ behavior, then analyze. This is the theme of my blog, thinking deep, introspecting and discovering ways to overcome. I rarely run out of ideas. My poor husband has to hear my analyses just about every day at dinner or in the car.
When I Was 17, It Was A Very Good Year
If you’re old enough, you may remember the Frank Sinatra song, It Was A Very Good Year. I only know it because my dad was a huge Sinatra fan. He used to play his music in the car on 8-track all the time. I remember this was one of the few crooner songs I didn’t mind him playing. The melancholy melody moved me.
Side note: I’m a rocker, so my dad and I clashed when it came to music.
I mention this line of the song, because I’ve been thinking about what it was like to be a teenager. Do you remember? Were you insecure or secure? Were you a rebel? How did you feel inside? Were you confident or unsure? Scared or brave? Naïve or street smart? Happy or lonely?
Opposites Attract
While chatting in the comment section with friends about my Looking Inside post, another subject crept it’s way into the conversation.
Lori's Lane 