True Wisdom

True wisdom lies in gathering the precious things out of each day as it goes by.

E.S. Bouton

I am so sorry for any followers that have wondered where I've been. I could make a lot of excuses as to why I haven't posted an entry since August but... it's too exhausting to lie. The truth is that I tried to change my password to make it easier to remember... I have passwords for everything and I forget every one. When I write them down... I forget where I put the paper... Jim just laughs.  So I decided to make the same password for everything... but of course some pages won't let me have too many letters, others want numbers and letters, still others tell me that my password isn't "strong enough". When I finally find one that follows all of the rules, I'm told that I will receive a notice in my e-mail. Then I become more confused by the e-mail, because I've tried to change other password in the meantime to continue to follow through on my brilliant idea, WITHOUT READING THE ******! e-mail...and yes...  once again I am not allowed to use the stupid password so I HAVE TO MAKE UP A NEW ONE THAT HAS JUST ONE EXTRA LETTER/NUMBER THING! I gave up for a little while soooooo... that is the whole darned truth... I hope it makes sense... Confusion is absolutely one symptom of bipolar... but I can't lie... it is also a symptom of "What in the hell were you thinking!" 

If you are wondering about my "True Wisdom"... here it is... don't mess around with your password if you know that YOU WON'T REMEMBER IT!!!!!! My "precious thing" of the day is a wonderful husband who has a clue about computers.... 

You know... sometimes the truth is exhausting too. 

The Days Come and Go

Just A Thought:
The days come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party, but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

When I begin to write my blog I sit and wait... for the perfect word or thought to share... I'll read and reread, write and rewrite, while searching through my books for a quote until I find the perfect one. The beginning of each entry is like the familiar "free writing" exercise during which ideas are just written down without direction. Eventually I find my way through the clutter that are my thoughts. "Patience"...there it is and finally my thoughts connect.
Patience is not something we possess but something we strive for...I can't find the energy or desire to search today... I just feel the weight of every little problem stacked one on top of another. I used to keep a log in which I wrote daily at least one good thing, or gift, that I received that day. Somedays it was easy to add several good things that happened, or gifts that I'd receive. I also had days that seemed horrible, and I found it hard to believe that anything was positive... But Emerson is right...if we don't allow ourselves to see the good things in each day, they will slip silently away...I think I'll start that list again. My "positive" for today is my appreciation for my father... and the coffee and muffin that we had together this morning...