Style or the Lack Thereof

I find it overwhelming to write coherently at times because my fingers cannot move as fast or faster than my thoughts, in order to keep ahead or at least at pace.

Much the same as a person waiting much too close to the edge of the platform at a train station can be pummeled by the displaced air with it’s inherent debris and the various Doppler affects of an onrushing train that does not have a scheduled stop at your particular station. Just how does one slow down the cascading stream of consciousness in order to best represent one’s current thought in its most flattering light.

I guess there exists no viable switch one can throw to turn on the slow motion effect to fully capture the moment or is it a learned response that successful writers can summon at will. In any case, it is a skill which, at present, I lack along with the confidence that anything written has any significant meaning or am I just ranting into the void for my own personal mental health, which, in its own right is probably a good thing.

Retirement and Other End of Life Decisions

When once, recently, asked if retirement was all that it was expected to be, taken aback because this was something never considered, time was needed to ponder the relevant thoughts as spur of the moment conversation is definitely not my forte nor sometimes deep thought.

Upon reflection these several ideas came to mind.

1. It wasn’t a retirement from work or the present job but rather a diversion of time spent to pursue other interests, even though these interests may, to some, seem trivial.

2. Perhaps another job will present itself, as most have throughout my life, intriguing enough to once again divert my attention down a newer paying path.

At least at the present, the monthly, blood-sucking Socialistic, to some, Social Security payments, less, of course, the equally Socialistic Medicare tariff and a Medicare Supplemental plan from my friendly, neighborhood, nonprofit healthcare industry company, to help partially defray any unforeseen medical costs and the RMD withdrawals from, timely investments of my earlier working days toward just these moments, seem to cover my meager month to month expenses and I can take the time to weigh my options.

Blessed be my own foresight and, for now, the current social safety net apparatus. Please don’t get me started on that boondoggle, it deserves a rant all unto itself.

Covers

Not just the layers that trap your body’s own self generated heat and that can prolong your stay in bed far longer than intended after waking following a restful sleep, but a musical artist’s rendition of another’s work bringing a different insight to the original.

Bare With Me

A few titles that have yet to find a voice but have an echo.

…and on that note

Lucky You

Idioms

You’re Not That Guy

The Test of Time

What Were You Thinking

You Don’t Know Shit

A Train of Thought Derailed