What is Important?

As I grow older, I have a very different view of what is important. When I was a child, getting older was important. When I was a young woman, the attention of men was important. Now that I am middle aged, not only is the attention of men hard to come by, it is much less important. I find that the attention of men generally adds little to my general well-being; it is nice for a moment, gives a little flush of pleasure which is fleeting at best. The attention of women is more often real attention. It means real listening, real comfort, real help. We are taught to exercise our intellects in the company of men and our emotions in the company of women, but that does us a disservice. Men don’t appreciate my intellect, often, and my emotions need little more exercise; they get plenty. Women, like it or not will tell you the truth generally. Men will often tell you what you want to hear. I used to prefer the sugar-coated version, today I prefer the truth.

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Resolution

So, for my two or three faithful readers, I have become a grave disappointment. Life overtakes me and my resolution goes right out the window! I made a resolution this year, something I don’t usually do. But my resoution was not to lose weight, it was not to look younger, act different, clean the house, etc.; it was none of the typical resolutions. Rather, I resolved to be consistent. It is harder than you think. Groceries, laundry, meals, work, teenage homework, school projects, house of worship commitments, parents, brothers, husband looking for work; wow time just runs out. But that is an excuse. I love writing this blog and of course, I always put myself on the bottom of the list. I should be able to find five minutes a day for myself; this might even lead to going back to voice lessons or having massages or some of the other things I love and do just for myself. So, I am climbing back on the consistency horse. God knows the world provides more than enough to write about. Hopefully I will still have an interested reader or two. Comment, criticize, post, e-mail. I would love to know you are out there. But if you are not, I will write anyway; I do it for myself.