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I’ve Done Some Naval Gazing, Guess What I Discovered

I’ve Done Some Naval Gazing, Guess What I Discovered

I’ve tried to do some navel-gazing lately, unfortunately all I’ve come up with is ……. lint, and if I have to explain that I’ve missed the mark.

The website Answers.com defines “navel-gazing” as:

na·vel-gaz·ing (nā’vəl-gā’zĭng)
n. Slang
Excessive introspection, self-absorption, or concentration on a single issue.

According to Wikipedia it’s also known as Omphaloskepsis.

“Omphaloskepsis”, is contemplation of one’s navel as an aid to meditation.

Now while I would love to be able to accomplish this in part, the ‘introspection, or contemplation’, it has so far eluded me. I typically have any number of things running through my mind, but many of them are not fit for mixed audiences or small children. They often seem to bolt through my thoughts like a streaker across the infield at the top of the 9th. I wish I could hang onto those thoughts long enough to digest them fully but they frequently elude my attempts, they are in … and back out again just as quickly.

What made me think of this topic today is a tv series I’ve been watching with my wife, “Sons of Anarchy“, about a motorcycle ‘club’ and it’s evolution. One of the main characters has found a journal written by his late father, one of the original founding members of the club chapter. In it the father commented on the path the motorcycle club had taken during his involvement, and the decline or stepping away from original goals (in his mind). The father philosophized over the causes and his perceived resolutions, the whys and what to do’s.

It was this dialogue he had with himself in the journal that sparked this most recent introspection of mine. I thought how important that would be, to leave a commentary on one’s life for your children, a blueprint of your thoughts and feelings on life’s events. A capturing of your life’s perceptions, an inside look into your head. That is in part what I had hoped to accomplish here, in this blog.

This blog was/is my journal but it does not have nearly the introspection I had hoped it would, it isn’t deep nor as philosophical and that may have to be ok. However if it is to be a record of my thoughts and dreams, my opinions and perceptions, I’m going to have to step it up a bit.

This may be a challenge for me. My thoughts, while sometimes deep, are also occasionally erratic and perhaps superficial. I have been known to hedge my bets, to sit on the fence, and to be non-committal. None of these lend well to a thought provoking internal dialogue, never mind a journal that would hold much interest. I can be self-deprecating and perhaps even to a degree self loathing, the latter certainly not admirable nor helpful.

I chalk up my fence sitting and similar traits to my ability to see multiple sides to any given situation. In my experience things are seldom what they seem.  There are generally at least 3 sided to any story, yours, mine, and the truth.  This belief, and likely some fear on my part of putting my personal opinions out there, holds me back.  Also connected to that string of thought is that by my expressing strong opinions and perceptions here I may hurt someone, even unintentionally.  I don’t want that.  So I’m stuck.

That all being said perhaps I am able to be open, is that not what I just did, even a little?  Perhaps there’s more in my navel yet to discover.

Old Truck DSC_0728-74-copy
Old Dump Truck, put out to pasture

ps The attached photo has nothing to do with the topic, I just thought it was cool.

It’s Alive

It’s Alive

Have you ever thought that inanimate objects have a soul, a memory to go with their past life?  I have to believe they do.

Everything, tables and chairs, trees and flowers, perhaps money, have a history, if only they could tell their story. Well, maybe not rocks but possibly them too.

Imagine the tales. Hang on, there’s more

Great day yesterday!

Great day yesterday!

Yesterday was a super day, felt good all day and got a bunch done. If only I could feel like that more consistently, not swing between full of energy and drive and then relapsing to little or no energy.  That was my typical modus operandi bm (before meds), zippy one day and blah the next.  I’d far rather prefer being on a more even keel.

So I got up in the morning, had a nice breakfast, sat on the deck and read a little, what a nice way to start the day.  Spent the late morning doing a bit of garage organizing and then washed and vacuumed Mo’s car.  After that, and I was beat by then being out in the sun, I checked out the fifth wheel hitch to see how it’d fit in the new truck.  Looks like it should be good.

Went for dinner with Mom, Mo, and some family, all for Mo’s birthday which was Saturday, That was where the only real stress came out.  Why the sisters need to talk about each other I don’t know, maybe it makes them feel better about themselves. P had come for dinner with us but had left just after we were done.  She wasn’t 2 minutes out the door and Mo and F had to start yacking about her.  Gossip put’s me off plain and simple. I seriously think they have some issues that need resolving.

So I went to bed around 10:30 and dropped right off.  Unfortunately I awoke at 3:15 and again at 4ish, it was then I remembered I forgot to take my meds the night before.  I seem to be doing that more frequently lately, is it a sign I’m getting better and my bodies telling me I should wean myself?  Or am I just more forgetful?  Either way I wonder if that was what disrupted my sleep?