A day in the life…

Thanks again to everyone who bothered to click on the ‘symbolic thumb’ but please, it would be great if you would start posting comments and delving into discussions. 

By the way: Every day is the first day of the rest of each of our lives.  There are cases where today is the last day, and for others it is the first.  I also like to think of today, as the ‘day after’ everything else that has happened so far. 

Personally I find that some days contentment seems to be in certain smells or on the breeze: easy to come by.  I have had other days during which I was really much to frazzled for anything even vaguely resembling serenity to enter the picture – unless you mean ‘serene’ like being happy and excited during a storm, or having fun but having a bit of wild time.  If that feeling that be interpreted as a form of serenity then I have also experienced it that way.

Life can be so rich with meaning one day and even so, on the worst of days it seems more like the dark underside of something: bleak, abused, meaningless, and bound to get worse as time goes on.  Most days of my life so far have been between these extremes.  Perhaps that has also been true for you.  Please comment on that and let me and one another know.

The last several times I really checked into what I believe to be my “life’s purpose” the actual result was that:  I have made some progress in ever area but have not made it as far with a lot that I have set out to do as I had hoped that I would have by this stage of my life. 

Remember:  age 36 to 40 people crest over from having spent most of their lives as children, even though they may be adults, over into people who have been alive long enough that from here on: most of our lives we have been adults.  I think that is a big difference, and wish to ‘natter’ and share with you also that most animals reach that point by the end of their second year of life.  Also, just to share exceptions: I saw a YouTube video from a TV News Broadcast about a little girl who actually lived 20 years in the developmental stage of a baby. 

Those of you who come back will read from me tomorrow, most likely.  Otherwise, maybe you’ll read here again and maybe you won’t.

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Thumbs up on Feedback! 2013

Image  The image is an experiment conducted in November, using the ‘paint’ program on this laptop.  I had not tried it before.  I do not feel it went well.

Today, I wish to thank those who have posted a comment or given the thumbs up or even thumbs down to any posts.  Like all the other writers – I can’t do it without readers.  I mean, I can but when I do it is like the one about a tree falling in the forest that no one hears.  OK, I admit that my personal diaries are intended to be private, but I do a lot of writing that is absolutely meant to be interactive in that real readers are needed and wanted. 

Remember that you are welcome to check out other posts of the same blog and let me know what you think.  At the moment, there was one day in February 2012 that ‘got the most hits’ but I don’t even understand why that day went so well.  I suspect I bid online for writing contracts and mentioned the blog or included a photo of someone more famous or the headline was awesome or something like that. 

Back in Saxon Utopia, so to speak, two people just went by on horseback as dusk is happening early here today in the village. 

Wow, thanks! and links to ‘my books’.

Wow, one of you actually asked for information on how to buy the books.  Thanks to your having bothered to comment, I can respond here.
Here:  for the little self help booklet:  http://www.amazon.com/Five-Big-Questions-Life-Answer/dp/1617208647/ref=sr_1_1/180-2903824-2848155?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1386095538&sr=1-1&keywords=Five+Big+Questions+in+Life

For the urban crime fiction novel…There is a rougher version you can get as a Kindle book through Amazon.com as An Adventure in Indianapolis.  Also, for a much neater, more edited hard copy…  Here is a website. http://sbpra.com/MiriamPia/

Please let me know what results you get.  I want to make sure people get the book.  I can also get you a PDF less edited version without a professional cover through Uranian Fiction.com. 

I do worry over that novel because weir events have occurred with it in the past and I’m trying to avoid ripping anyone off or anything like that.  If you place an order and do not receive the book within 2 weeks please let me know and we will work something out.

 

Maybe that was you

Thanks for clicking on Like if you read and liked the post yesterday.  There were 4 who did.  If you leave comments and tell me whether or not you are OK with being mentioned in future posts, I will be able to act knowing that I have taken you into consideration.  It may also be that the people who responded yesterday will never read another of my posts.  If you are a repeat reader, please try to let me know.  Over at Uranian Fiction.com there is a section for a member’s only blog which is useless without members.  If there is enough interest, then I would be happy to put more energy into it. 

If that was you – especially if that was you again, thanks. 

To many of you today is a holiday.  If so, hope you enjoyed it.  If not, hope the day went well anyway.

Integrating Feedback 2013

Before I wrote today’s post, I read someone else’s.  The system is set up that way.  It happened to be the blog of some publisher or a novel – but it was someone else’s, not mine. 

The stats do matter to me: right now, it still looks like one day in February in 2012 was the day the most people ever read my blog on the same day of all time so far.  I looked at the blog and don’t feel I understand why that one was so much more successful.  Maybe I went out in public that day and interacted more or something like that.  Maybe that is the day that Five Big Questions in Life, a little self-help pamphlet was actually released by a publisher.  Maybe I wrote the most FB posts of my life or applied for the most jobs and writing contracts in one day, but don’t remember exactly what I did that worked so well.

It does make me glad when at least one reader clicks on like, but I feel that if it was just someone the system forced to acknowledge it, then it is more of a scammy illusion type of thing than I had hoped or intended for it to be. 

We’ll keep going and see if it works.

The Quest of Life – Buried on the desk in dailiness

Some folks find life to be deeply meaningful.  Others do not.  Many feel that there are periods during the life that are rich with meaning but that there are other times that seem devoid of much sense of purpose.  There are times when it does not feel necessary to be purposive but an excess of shiftless being also grows drab, as many Occupy Protestors have found not only while at jobs but also during hanging out at the mass scale sit-in protests.

There are people who view art or religion or sex or having a large crop of children as being the solution to issues of meaning in life.  Personally, I have found that all of the above [ I am the mother of only one person I have looked after some other peoples’ children sometimes] helps.  All of the above have been very meaningful to me at times and have facilitated my happiness for a time.  No one of them on their own seem to ‘do the trick’ to make me permanently happy and I hope that a lobotomy is not ‘the only way’.  [That last one is supposed to only be a joke, not a reality].

A lot of it seems to be that we all benefit from routine and regularity to some degree – like so much in life: too much of it or not enough of it can lead to imbalances.   Well, on the surface and in simplistic terms that makes me as much an Epicurean as a Christian – but from this point in time and space, one can be both.  Epicurus – I was told in an undergraduate philosophy class, just reported that the key to success in life is ‘moderation’.  ‘Moderation in all things’ he is reported to have said.  Words of wisdom not to be scorned in any day or age.

The bottom line is that however meaningful or not our lives feel, all of our lives occur one day at a time.  There are times when the only reason life seems less meaningful is that our real purpose is obscured the same way that things on the bottom of the pile of stuff on your desk may become obscured, but are still really there.  Sometimes one forgets about them but other times it exerts a constant pressure to everything above it.