Where did the year go to? Where did all my resolutions go to? OK, really, why bother? It's always the same list anyway-lose weight, exercise whatever. the one year I did keep a resolution it was the year I resolved never to eat broccoli in the shower. Never did.
Maybe resolutions should be positively based not negatively based. Losing weight points to a negative factor: being overweight. Exercising points to not exercising. How about I resolve to try more recipes that will help me to lose weight. I like that one. How about I add more footwork to my day to get some exercise. Yeah, I can do that.
Maybe I'll just try to be a nicer person to everyone not just a select few. Hmmm...might be a possibility.
The next year will traverse across my life in a faster speed leaving me less time to try to keep my resolutions. Pretty soon I will have used up all the time God has given me and I won't even think about resolutions. Unless there are resolutions in heaven, too
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Send It Snail Mail, OK?
Yesterday was my birthday. It was a nice day, actually. I did whatever I felt like which included a trip to the mailbox to look for birthday cards. Oh the anticipation! Oh, the disappointment. No cards. Not a one.
Yet, in my email there were lots of greetings. "Happy Birthdays!" all over the computer screen. Someone thought of me, on my birthday, and just had to communicate it to me. Wow!
Well, the truth is, I would rather receive a card in the mail-a concrete piece of sentimental or humorous words that another person actually went to the trouble of going to a store, reading all the cards, picking just the right one for me, and using a stamp for something other than bill paying.
Self-centered? Maybe but truly more old-fashioned. I love jokes in email and information about upcoming events. I love newsletters and sales. I love notes about what someone needs me to do for them. I don't love hastily worded "Happy Birthday" messages, meaningful as they are for the sender. "Oh, won't she be surprised I remembered!" No, I know you looked at a calendar and saw the date on the date and remembered then. It's an OK method of communication for associates but relatives? Geez.
So, my mailbox was filled with an assortment of catalogs and flyers, bills and last chance notices. But no cards sent from relatives to wish me "Happy Birthday!" Happy Birthday.
Yet, in my email there were lots of greetings. "Happy Birthdays!" all over the computer screen. Someone thought of me, on my birthday, and just had to communicate it to me. Wow!
Well, the truth is, I would rather receive a card in the mail-a concrete piece of sentimental or humorous words that another person actually went to the trouble of going to a store, reading all the cards, picking just the right one for me, and using a stamp for something other than bill paying.
Self-centered? Maybe but truly more old-fashioned. I love jokes in email and information about upcoming events. I love newsletters and sales. I love notes about what someone needs me to do for them. I don't love hastily worded "Happy Birthday" messages, meaningful as they are for the sender. "Oh, won't she be surprised I remembered!" No, I know you looked at a calendar and saw the date on the date and remembered then. It's an OK method of communication for associates but relatives? Geez.
So, my mailbox was filled with an assortment of catalogs and flyers, bills and last chance notices. But no cards sent from relatives to wish me "Happy Birthday!" Happy Birthday.
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