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New Year’s Resolutions and Non-Resolutions

New Year's Resolutions

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I don’t do it anymore–make New Year’s Resolutions, that is. After 60+ years, I know better.

Evidently, I’m in good company. Mark Twain wasn’t too keen on New Year’s Resolutions, either.

…Mark Twain has written of New Year’s Resolutions, “Now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual. Yesterday, everybody smoked his last cigar, took his last drink, and swore his last oath. Today, we are a pious and exemplary community. Thirty days from now, we shall have cast our reformation to the winds and gone to cutting our ancient shortcomings considerably shorter than ever.” read full post here

But there is one thing I do each year. I pull out the books I’ve been journaling in for over thirty years, and I reread some of my favorite sayings collected over the years.

Some of them mean something totally different to me now then they did twenty or thirty years ago when I first wrote them. Take for instance this one by Eleanor Roosevelt, No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.

When I first wrote this in my journal back in the sixties, women were scrambling uphill to establish equal footing with men. I recited it out loud, over and over again like a mantra. The “little woman” stereotype in me was attempting to break out and reach for hitherto impossible things. Believe me, it wasn’t an easy concept to grasp–this freedom to be whoever I wanted to be. It was a time when every young woman needed a mantra and this one was mine.

I saved another one from Eleanor Roosevelt that still rings out loud and clear to me. You must do the thing that you think you cannot do. This one started me on the path I’ve walked for the rest of my life.

I’ve learned that I don’t always have to conform. I think the reward for conformity is everyone likes you but yourself. Attributed to Rita Mae Brown.

Learning who to befriend is big, too. Claudette Colbert said it best. It’s more important what’s in a woman’s face than what’s on it.

I like to believe the older I get, the wiser I become. Reading over the sayings that are dear to my heart each year reinforce that belief. I’ve learned it’s important to “live” from Dorothy McCall. One cannot have wisdom without living life.

Also, from Joan Baez, You don’t get to choose how you are going to die. Or when. You can only decide how you’re going to live. Now.

And it appears many people are collectors of sayings. These are a few from Lee Cantrell’s blog:

I’d like to think that this one is a good description of me:
“It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed.” – Theodore Roosevelt
Lastly, since I just quit my job, I guess this one is really me:
“I’d rather be a failure at something I enjoy than a success at something I hate.” – George Burns read full post here

Once I’ve read through all my journals, there’s no reason to make a resolution. Life leads, and I follow.

Memphis, Tennessee & Tunica, Mississippi

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Did you know Memphis is situated in the southwest corner of Tennessee and that it shares its borderline with Mississippi and Arkansas? Well, it seemed to my friends and me that we should, at the very least, have lunch in one of these two bordering states. We decided to drive over the bridge into Mississippi. What a surprise we had in store!

Our first stop was Mississippi’s Visitor Center, where we learned we were 15 minutes away from a large gaming area in the small town of Tunica. The casino aspect didn’t interest us much because we were hungry, but we figured a casino would have multiple restaurants to choose from. The Horseshoe Casino caught our eye.

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Lucky for us, because we ate at their unforgettable buffet restaurant. Words cannot describe the immense array of food offered there.

Picture yourself standing in the middle of a shopping mall’s food court having no need to decide what you want to eat, because you can eat everything: Italian, Oriental, Southern, The Grille, Southwest, Barbeque, Salads, Soups, Desserts and Ice Cream Sundae Bar. I’ve probably forgotten a few, believe it or not.

With appetites sated, we headed back to Memphis to shop.

A word about Beale Street–I was expecting something similar to Bourbon Street in New Orleans, but Beale Street is much shorter, only extends about a block to two. Therefore, it doesn’t have as many shops, but what it lacks in shopping, it makes up for in good food and fantastic music. The entire time spent on Beale Street is a party for the senses.

After that unbelievable lunch at the Horseshoe, we thought we would never eat again, but the next day, we found ourselves at Pig On Beale.

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There is one important fact to know about BBQ, it comes “wet” or “dry.” At the Pig, you can order your ribs with a dry rub. Take it from me, if you’re ever at the Pig, dry is the way to go.

The final Memphis highlight that I will touch on has a lot of “soul.”

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We had time to visit one museum and, boy, did we make a good choice. Music, with just the right mixture of history, made for a memorable visit.

If there was one negative about Memphis, it would be their widespread panhandling. The city doesn’t seem to have a handle on handling their panhandling, which during the day is irritating, but when it’s dark, it’s really scary.

Other than that, there’s lots more to do in and around Memphis, but we ran out of time.

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December-The Perfect Month To Reminisce

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Because so many things occur in the month of December, dreaming up something to write about is as easy as 1-2-3. I’m here to spur you on with some writing ideas because I know how important your memories are, even if you don’t realize it yet yourself.

The obvious choices are Hanukkah, Christmas and Kwanzaa. Maybe you remember one that remains a true highlight in your mind. It should be shared. Write it down now. Your family and friends will someday be thankful to relive it with you through your written words.

Speaking of words; maybe you’re thinking that you can’t write. The truth is, writers wouldn’t want you to know this, but journaling is simple because all you do is write the same way you talk. Write as if you were telling the story to your grandchild or to your next door neighbor. If you can talk, you can write.

Getting back to the holidays, maybe you can’t think of one that stands out as being special. Well, this year is another year. Write something about this year’s holiday.

Maybe you hate holidays. Some people do, you know. There are numerous other things you can write about this month.

  • On December 1, 1955, Rosa Parks sat down in a bus and almost single-handedly started the Civil Rights Movement. Her day is commemorated each year on December 1st, Rosa Parks Day. What were you doing in 1955? Want to refresh your memory about the Rosa Parks. Go to her website http://rosaparks.org/index.html
  • What do you remember about the Women’s Movement? The First Susan B. Anthony Dollar appreared on December 6, 1978.
  • Where were you when Pearl Harbor was bombed on December 7, 1941?
  • Maybe you’re more interested in science. Write about the Winter Solstice, when the earth moves closest to the sun. It happens this year on December 22nd. If you want to learn more, go to http://www.candlegrove.com/solstice.html
  • On a lighter note, write about the swell times you had looking at the Howdy Doody Show. It premiered on December 27, 1947. If you were lucky enough to have a television, you were probably watching Clarabelle and the rest of the gang. If you didn’t have a television, write about that–living without TV.

Trust me, writing about yourself is easy as pie. And if you still can’t bring yourself to share a memory, share a pie recipe.

WORD PLAY

I’ve already mentioned the importance of taking the time to journal once in awhile so that a small part of your history will remain alive forever on a written page. It’s important, and I’ll keep saying it.

But sometimes, it’s important to have fun with words, too. With that in mind, I’d like to introduce you to a contest that the Washington Post conducts annually. It’s call the Annual Neologism Contest. Readers are encouraged to begin with a common word, but give it a new meaning. For example:

Coffee – The person upon whom one coughs.

Balderdash – A rapidly receding hairline.

Flabbergasted – Appalled over how much weight you have gained.

 Another portion of the contest, and my favorite, invites readers to again start with a common word, but this time add one letter, or take away one letter, or change one letter. Then supply a new definition. Some examples:

Giraffiti – Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

Karmageddon – It’s like when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer.

Decafalon – The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

If you’d like to see the entire list, go to Washington Post Annual Neologism Contest Winners. Enjoy.

And don’t forget, think seriously about writing something down, any little thing will do just fine. It doesn’t have to be clever, it just has to be about YOU.

Top Ten List

Since this blog is going to deal with an eclectic array of topics, I thought you might like to know where the topics come from. One of the methods I use to spark an idea comes from my Top Ten List. (No, Dave doesn’t own that idea.)

 

If you journal or keep a diary, you may find my list helpful.

 

1.  What surprised me this week?

2.  What challenged me this week?

3.  What tickled me this week:

4.  What contented me this week?

5.  What did I learn this week?

6.  What pained me this week?

7.  What angered me this week?

8.  What inspired me this week?

9.  What entertained me this week?

10. What did I do this week?

 

As it happens, I had a big surprise this past week. I was waiting for a powerful downpour of rain to abate so that I could walk from my office to the parking garage. I was looking out the window of the 18th floor, when I realized the rain was falling sideways. Maybe you’ve seen this phenomenon before, but I hadn’t. I was studying this odd occurrence, thinking it must be pretty windy out there, when a large piece of plywood flew by the window.

 

Surprise #2! Plywood flying through the air. (There’s a lot of construction going on in the downtown area.)

 

The storm didn’t last very long, maybe an hour, but in addition to wrecking havoc at the building sites, it brought down trees and signs. It was a. wild, wicked, wonderful storm that came out of nowhere and left a whole lot of mischief behind.