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Adjusting to the rigors of life. Slowly.
Jim Broede
Posted: Monday, March 21, 2016 6:03 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462


Maybe my biggest mistake. In life. Was trying to live too fast. Trying to do too much. Oh, I’ve learned. To slow down. But still. I could and should go slower, slower, slower. In order to better savor the precious moments.  Life wasn’t meant to be lived in a hurry. But there I was. In a profession. Where I had to write for deadline.  With no time to spare. Now that I’m retired. I write more than  ever. But at a more leisurely pace. Writing, too, what I want to write. Rather than allowing editors to dictate. My style and writing pace. Now I spend more time writing. But at my pace. And in my way. For my pleasure.  My fulfillment. The way life is meant to be lived. It’s never too late. To adjust. To the rigors of life. By slowing down. --Jim

 


Jim Broede
Posted: Monday, April 11, 2016 3:21 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462


Amazing. Life ain’t so bad. Once one slows down. And finds reason. To savor the moment. A rigor suddenly becomes transformed. Into a pleasure. Simply by recognizing the futility of being in a hurry. Some call it. Taking time to smell the roses. Instead, I merely take time. To rejoice. That I am me. A conscious and living being. Capable of being in love. With life. I can find better things to do. Than smell a rose. Today, I’d rather smell slowly simmered sauerkraut served with a bratwurst. --Jim
Jim Broede
Posted: Friday, April 22, 2016 3:41 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462


I practice. Not letting life’s setbacks get me down. Using the setback. As a stepping stone. To better things. Like my experience as an Alzheimer’s care-giver. I let it turn into a blessing. For me. And really, for Jeanne, too.  Stuff happens. And it needn’t be something to lament. I am where I am today. In large part. Because of the Alzheimer experience. And I find no reason to complain. Yes, I’m better for it. --Jim

 


Jim Broede
Posted: Saturday, April 23, 2016 10:36 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462


Imagine. If I had never lived. It could be. That when I’m gone. It’ll be the same. As if I never was. Such a thought. Used to bother me.  But now I wonder. If it really matters. Yes. Maybe I should be grateful. For a moment. Of feeling alive. --Jim

 


Jim Broede
Posted: Monday, April 25, 2016 9:55 AM
Joined: 12/22/2011
Posts: 5462


I like to think.  About anything. Sure beats having a blank mind. I’m in a constant conversation. If not with my friends and associates and strangers. With, guess who? Yes, me.  That’s why I could survive. On a desert island. Or in solitary confinement. I’d talk with me. Furthermore, I’d have the opportunity to commune. With the spirits. That’s the nature of life, isn’t it? The ability to commune. If not with others. One always has the self. An opportunity to turn inward.  To explore the world of thought. From within.  That, more than anything, makes life thrilling.  One adventure after another. No limits.--Jim