One of my high-school English teachers took time one day to talk about writing one's philosophy of life. It became an intriguing thought, and an uncompleted assignment I still wish to complete. She stated that we could probably not write it before age thirty, but certainly not before twenty. For a teenager, that seemed impractically long. Amazing how perspectives change as one ages. Also, amazing a teacher proposed such a startling project. It has become my most lasting memory of high school and significant in my life.
Now that I've proven that one can live life without at least a conscious philosophy, and that one needs to do more than just collect books toward that end, it is perhaps time to actually formulate it. I've arrived at a time in life when procrastination seems not a good idea. I have no immediate plans of exit, understand; just know I do not wish to leave this unfinished.
This entry, then, becomes an another start on completing this assignment. It will no doubt start too seriously, but deteriorate over time. Be patient. I have years of practice stumbling around in the dark.
Ahem. . . "Well, where is it?". . . what?. . .too soon?
ReplyDeleteJust kidding, I'm glad you started a blog. It's like having a journal but you get to abandon the less savory aspects of journal writing- i.e. writing for no audience except maybe your future self (who will be bored when re-reading it) and/or making people uncomfortable by being real excited about forcing them to peruse a written record of your private thoughts.
Is that a picture of you from work?
I'm excited about reading this.
Glad grandmom enjoys tea. I can send her some special brews from Chinatown if she likes!
Yep, that's a picture from work. Seems like a zillion years ago (it's been at least since later March).
ReplyDeleteI doubt Grandmom can appreciate too much in the way special brews. Old people's taste buds don't appreciate things as much. The Twinnings are great. I can get those locally, but thanks for the offer.