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Our day to day is an accumulation of everything before. for many things that’s helpful. Don’t touch a hot stove for instance.

But we can get locked in negative habits just as easily. And it‘s those that will sometimes require a restart.

We think there is plenty of time. That we’ll get it done.

But, time passes. It slips away. And what are we left with?

I think, in the end, the best thing is to have as few regrets as possible.

Because there just isn’t enough time.

You look left, and it’s a line of fence as far as the eye can see. Turn right, and it’s the same.

My question to you is, are you in a fence, or are outside of it?

Critique done well can be beneficial.

Critique done poorly can be crippling.

But doing the work should always come first.

Does our public face cripple our honesty?

If we were not concerned with how people would see us – what would we say?

Are we honest? Or would it change significantly?

Another thing to think about, in these interesting times.

There are only so many hours in the day. For many of us, we don’t know how to use them.

They get used. Hours pass. Regardless of what we’re doing.

Sometimes they feel slow. Sometimes quick. But they pass. 

What’s “rigjt” now, may not have been right a hundred years ago.

What we think is right now, may not be in a hundred years.

Yet must of us think we’re certain of what we know. Perhaps as should be a bit more curious.

When we assign priorities, we judge based on our own particular criteria. What I find important, others may now. And vice-versa.

But the one thing we all must contend with is time constraint. We can’t manufacture time, so we’re left with doing one thing instead of others – the opportunity costs.

Not that we necessarily consider opportunity costs in everyday life, but even lacking tacit understanding, we make choices based on these considerations.

The push towards boredom isn’t really about boredom. It’s about being alone with your thoughts, which is something we’ve lost. The tv, internet, phone. The way the three overlap, and make up a huge part of our lives.

When we’re alone with our thoughts, we have to time to explore. And that’s one way discoveries are made.

In the process of preparing my new place, I’m struck by how much I’ve accumulated. And, for the most part, I like it. I like my things.

But recent loss has led me to wonder, what about when I’m gone.. What then? Who does the accumulated dross of life go to?

For most, its their children. Those who are left behind.

And then what? Will this stuff matter to them? Probably not. Maybe some things.

So, I guess, what’s the point? Something I’ll have to think about.