The Lines Are Drawn – Shopping Lines, That Is

The Daily Post Query: Would you ever wait in line overnight for something? If so, what?

The closest I have ever come to waiting in a line overnight to obtain/purchase an item would be the time I sat (quite literally) in line, eagerly awaiting the release of the seventh Harry Potter book. Of course, the group I was with was by far more civilized than those waiting for the Jordan shoe release – the only ‘boisterous’ moments of the evening occurred when I or a friend were a tad bit too vocal in our dismay over being forced to ‘draw four’ cards during one of our many games of UNO. The only thing I would ever have the patience to wait in a line overnight for is a book, and even then it would have to be one written by a most favorite author. As for waiting in a line for a sale or the chance at purchasing the item I want: not happening. ‘All good things come to those who wait’ – and shop online.

Happy Holidays!

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A New Year’s Resolution To Observe…Really!

The Daily Post Query: What will you try to do everyday next year?

As I was seven months late jumping on the ‘daily blogging bandwagon’, my goal this coming year is to blog everyday. I enjoy writing on a daily basis, but have a tendency to let little things like ‘I want ten more minutes of sleep’ or ‘maybe I should read a little this morning instead of write’ get in the way of my blogging. Focus…it it something I need to grasp firmly with two hands and not relinquish – to cling tightly to all throughout the coming year. I want this to be the one New Year’s resolution I keep this year, instead of falling into the pile of recycled resolutions I resuscitate every January and let die every March. My goal is to be able to place an ‘I Pledge To Blog Every Day This Year’ badge (or something to that degree) on my blog as a reminder to myself to keep going, to never give up (no matter how temporarily) my goal. I know I can do it – and I will.

How To: Blog?

The Daily Post Query: What Is Your Personal System For Blogging?

I saw the title of this post on The Daily Post email I received and decided to run with it today – regardless of the fact that it was the heading of a survey, not a topic prompt. My personal system for blogging starts with my alarm clock: the first thing I do in the morning is check my email via my phone. After sorting through the various pieces of extraneous flotsam my email account attracts, I find and read The Daily Post’s topic prompt of the day. If I am out of bed and ready for the day in a timely manner, I write my blog post over breakfast. If I am not so punctual when performing my morning ablutions, I usually neglect to blog that day. For me, blogging happens in the morning or not at all.

While this blog is archived and shown in a digital format, I do not compose its contents with my computer – not at first. I am still a bit old fashioned at heart – I love carbon-based books as much (maybe a bit more) as I do their digital counterparts – and write my initial thoughts in my journal. This is then edited (yes, I edit my own journal), transposed into my word processor (Open Office), and then copy/pasted into my blog. When I am practicing minimization in my writing (i.e. my blog), I ‘think better’ on paper. When writing in more detail (i.e. term papers and such), I compose best on the computer. Strange, perhaps, but understandable – after all, in school daily assignments are hand-written, and only papers were typed. At least, this was true of assignments prior to college/uni. Are those not some of the most influential years in a child/young person’s life? They were for me – at least in regards to my writing habits.

Pride Cometh…and Doesn’t Leave

In response to the query posted by The Daily Post on WordPress:

Pride. It is a complicated emotion, that both bolsters and hampers the one exuding it. Pride keeps your spirits up when the going is good (that promotion nearly caused my chest to puff up and explode right out of my shirt!) and causes us the most hurt when the outlook appears bleak (being fired would not be as traumatic had my pride not been wounded as much as it was). To admit to a mistake is to admit to not being perfect – something we are all aware of, something that our pride demands us not to show. To admit to such a shortcoming is to damage our pride – to do damage to ourselves. It is usually only in the aftermath of that mistake (and the subsequent fallout) that we see it as a learning opportunity instead of an insurmountable blow to our ego and sense of self-worth. “Pride cometh before the fall”, and picks us up from the ground on which we landed. Will it ever get easier to admit to a mistake? Maybe – with practice (and who honestly wishes to practice making mistakes?) or the tempering of our pride. It’s a bit of a toss-up as to which one would be the easiest.