Procrastination

It's a good thing. Really. Procrastination gives you one thing over those advocating quick decisions, which is always based on seriously inadequate, incorrect or inaccurate information, and that is time. Time is a good gift with many issues, events, situations, decisions, etc. in life and sometimes work. Time gives you that edge to focus more on the issue or question, to gather more information, listen to more people, and so on.

But mostly it gvies you the space to understand. It gives you time for experience and knowledge to outweigh any rashness to decide based on emotios or feelings, which all to often leads to regret about the decision, the purchase and maybe even the object itself. Procrastination can overcome what quickness can't, time to realize how stupid you were when you made the quick decision.

You can't undo that decision, you can learn to make a better one next time, but if you always make those quick decisions, how will you learn to make better ones? That's where procrastination helps. I rarely buy or decide anything the first time. And more often, not even the second time. Usually the third time I realize if I'm still thinking about it, and done my homework, I'm usually comfortable with the idea or object, so there will be little if any regret.

A moment of my own Mortality

We all have them, a brief moment when the thought invades our consciousness to say, "What if you suddenly died." Sometimes in our dreams we have imaginary events about it. Sometimes when seeing, reading or listening to a story about the death of someone. And sometimes for no reason than just happening.

I get these moments just before I doze off in a nap, wondering if death is just a nap you don't wake up from. This morning, however, it occurred in a dream just before I woke up. I was sitting in a cafe watching the world inside the cafe and outside the window and then wondered what would be different if I wasn't there. Not there just for the time being there, but not there in life.

Nothing really followed, I woke up and got on with the morning. But, as these moments do, I wondered for a moment of my, and really each of our own, mortality on this earth and in life. There one moment, gone the next. Someone else sitting in that chair at that table in that cafe. Not me. Never again.

It's no different a moment than we all experience, the question is what we think and do about them. Some people don't even ponder them beyond the rare times they occur, if they occur at all, while some people never seem to go very long without a moment. I'm one of those where it's never very far from the front of my mind, only needing a reason to invade my consciousness.

When life gets away

When life gets away from you. You know when you wake and realize time, not just days, but weeks and even months, disappeared, and you can't think of what you did during that time. It simply happened and you simply went through life and time, to be where you sit there looking back and wondering what happened.

Or that you know and can't figure why you didn't do more. I get these periods, have all my life, and even for months when I just went through the motions of life and work, and not feeling good about much, if anything, and usually feeling like crap. All you know is that for brief periods one day you began to feel better, even good. And you see and think clearly, or so it seems compared to the recent past.

Some Days

Some days aloneness and lonliness aren't far apart and aren't far away, from me. It's Christmas Day and from some medical tests earlier in the week and some food which left me tired and sick, or sick and tired, it varied between the two. And it left me mentally tired when and where my innate comfort for aloneness was invaded by lonliness, slowly overlapping into where they were one and I didn't know which I felt. I just felt overwhelmed with being.