I started to write a blog post yesterday about a couple things I learned from my mother. Nothing I wrote really said what I was trying to express. She was like most people I love: complicated yet simple, strong but fragile, wise with imperfections.
I mean, I started yesterday to post about a folk remedy my mother swore by, but realized that you can google and find a dozen versions of it online, all pretty similar. So do that if you're interested. "apple cider vinegar remedy" should get you there. My mother would say, "don't forget the molasses."
I mean, I started writing a blog post about something yesterday, but sabotaged myself. I started thinking about the thinking of it. "Don't forget to credit that person who made the blog comment that got you thinking about this in the first place . . . where is that original comment . . . do I really want to sum up my mother in these sound bites . . . . not getting to the point quick enough on this joke she used to tell . . ."
I was digging around the surface of one subject, because I couldn't figure out what I really wanted to write about. All I got was a muddy. So I am saving that heart warming yet somehow profound post about a couple things I learned from my mother for another day.
I still have at least 8 blog ideas wrestling around in my head, but this one is on top right now:
There is always one more layer to it. What ever you are thinking about.
If you are thinking about quitting, quit now. Then you will have something interesting to think about: keeping your quit.
If you are thinking about keeping your quit, realize it is process and relax into it. Then you will have something interesting to think about.
