Finding Self: Eradicating So

Reexamination of various text has been replete with removal of "so".  The edits have made the text more clear because it has forced me to know better what I had to express. I have not been sorting out the real weeds in my thoughts here.

Yesterday my house was full of strangers and my dog handled it better than I. I did worry that he would respond to a sudden movement, or come to realize it was his ball being passed among little people. I tried to ensure that he would not do something that brought on tears and blood and insurance premium increases because he was undeclared. This was not my family and I sensed a hostility from one that gave me concern  Things could tumble. I gave up an engagement with art for disengagement in my house. I did not effervesce because I did not feel it.

I was about to type "so" and thus I conclude: It was not the best of days. I left much unsaid because the piano had dust, the room had a chill and the preparation was both over and under the top.

ReStart with Challenges

I have been procrastinating for days my return to this blog:  then I try to log in and it is missing. Suspicious activity.  New pw needed. 

As I select PUBLISH I am not sure if it will.

In order to strive for a remarkable life you have to decide that you want from it

So the chat went something like this:

What would you do differently?
Maybe see more live theater.
Okay, you can do that.
It would be a fairly big budget item. 
Would you want to travel?
Hmnn.
I do not like beaches.
Same here. Sun. Florida. I do not have any inclination.  
Maybe I'd walk the wall of China.
You, walk?
Not the wall wall just a few feet.  Get on it and look out.
I think I am just as satisfied with pictures for most places.
Maybe Europe but I did that already.
I do not travel well.
That is right, you do not.
So you are comfortable?
Yes.
Nothing to change.
Nope.

Then I go to my computer to do some admin tasks I checked my RSS feed. There I see a post with a short video by a life coach that suggests that for the new year transition we reflect as follows: Imagine being 90. Ask yourself these questions: What really mattered? What had meaning? What did you love?

My gut reaction was the answer will be the same and that it did not change since the day my son was born.

So I change up the question: Imagine being 95 and feeling comfortable because you had a  remarkable life.  I think of my grandfather whose imagination made his life bigger. I muse, I want to be able to tell compelling stories. To do that means being open in my life to the adventures presented and having memory to be able to share them.  Memory is already a challenge. Cocoa each morning is suppose to help.

Back to a long list of tasks that distracted days have left for me to do at year's end until distracted again by an idea or story from elsewhere.  Welcome 2014.