Archive for April, 2013
Discussing the moons perceived size in relation to the horizon. Learning about visual cues and the effects on human perception literally changed the way I looked at the world when I was a high school junior and I took a CAC online psych course and read this about the moon in the first chapter. Mind. Moon. Blown.
How can you live a life without regret? – Be honest. Say Yes. And say it now. – Barking Up The Wrong TreeThursday, April 25th, 2013
Karl Pillemer of Cornell University interviewed nearly 1500 people age 70 to 100+ for his book “30 Lessons for Living: Tried and True Advice from the Wisest Americans.” He asked them what life lessons they would pass on.
What did they say about avoiding regrets?
Here’s the refrigerator list for regret reduction:
1. Always be honest. Avoid acts of dishonesty, both big and small. Most people suffer from serious regret later in life if they have been less than “fair and square.”
2. Say yes to opportunities. When offered a new opportunity or challenge, you are much less likely to regret saying yes and more likely to regret turning it down.
3. Travel more. Travel while you can, sacrificing other things if necessary to do so. Most people look back on their travel adventures (big and small) as highlights of their lives and regret not having traveled more.
4. Choose a mate with extreme care. The key is not to rush the decision, taking all the time needed to get to know the prospective partner and to determine your compatibility over the long term.
5. Say it now. People wind up saying the sad words “it might have been” by failing to express themselves before it’s too late. Don’t believe the “ghost whisperers”— the only time you can share your deepest feelings is while people are still alive.
And another important point — go easy on yourself.
I’m in Chicago, the best reference for which I have is "Da-a Be-ar-sh" SNL skit of old. That and, somehow, hotdogs. I came here in high school once, for the FBLA national championship, and came away with 8th place in machine transcription and a memory of painted, ceramic, life-sized cows.
What I meant to say first is that I’m sitting at Chicago O’Hare, pathetically sipping a large McDonald’s coffee. Oh wait. They call it McCafe.
God dammit! I closed my email so that people wouldn’t chat me and forgot I was typing this post in gmail.
Back to the pathetically sipping. I thanked something or other when I saw the "Open 24 Hours" sign in the …. ahem hem … McCafe window. I really need that right now.
I don’t need to cry. I don’t need to feel sorry for myself. I had points when I wanted to. Maybe I was tired. I feel ok. I feel good. Maybe I was fighting what I thought was supposed to be my reaction.
Writing feels good. Putting yourself OUT there feels good. That’s what I meant to say. And it doesn’t have to take all day. I can go back to my coffee now.
Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.
(And it’s not that serious! (as my schoolkids used to say))