SLIPPED THROUGH THE CRACKS
Monday, Feb. 10, 2020
Ideas slip through cracks like sawdust on a barn attic floor.
I had a thought in the shower.
By the time I got dried off, and to my writing desk, it was gone.
Did it evaporate so quickly because it had no merit, or because three other thoughts intervened?
More often lately, it’s those intervening thoughts which seem to be the villain.
For instance, between the shower and the writing desk that morning, I packed up my briefcase for a trip to the office, choosing what would be appropriate to wear for where I was going, and getting dressed – thoughts of my lunch meeting, and what we need to talk about, got sidetracked thinking about some calls to make, and tasks waiting for me at the office, and then I sat down, and as you might expect – that thought was gone.
A few months ago, I deposited a note pad and pen in every room for that purpose.
I checked – I’ve got a pen in one room, a pad in another – but not what I need where I might need it when the next great idea falls out of my head.
It was time to re-stock, especially just outside that shower.
Bathrooms, bedroom, office, living/dining – rooms, pens, pads – all set to go, waiting for an idea to arrive, and I’ll be ready.
Reader feedback:
Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, “Grow, grow.” is from the Talmud, GB, Waukesha, WI
I will take issue with: “Most citizens of most countries are involved in herculean changes in their lives to consume less, damage less, and generally take better care of the environment;” I think a lot of the frustration in AB in particular is that “Herculean” efforts are only being espoused and pursued in very first world countries, while the impacts of continued industrialization in emerging economies dwarf those efforts and render them insignificant. , RH, Calgary, AB from Bradenton, FL
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