I just have to say something about this reminiscing stuff. I'm a bit of a softie emotionally, and this can be kind of tough! At least this time period I'm writing about is so far back, I don't have any feelings that I'm still attached to - but in the past few months, more recent history has arisen that does. And I've been pondering about it all, musing on my musings. Although I can look back and know that the choices I made in those years were made
without the knowledge and wisdom I now have,
what was I thinking? What genetic predisposition does someone have to have to make safe and smart choices versus adventurous and maybe foolish ones? I guess some of us, like me, just have to live on some edge...Do I really want to know what's on the other side or always feel the thrill of the chance of fate? I like the edge better than the same old same old. Take risks and accept the consequences, how much fun can life be?
Next post will be back to Musing on a Former Life, now that I have my computer back and have a former roommate's (David Melville) permission to write about him. It will be called "The Oldest & the Youngest Take Out the Trash" a story of learning to live with other people.
