Yes, you can paralyze yourself in so many ways by simply thinking too much. That's what has been weighing on my mind the past few weeks, not enough to write about it but it is Sunday morning and this notion, once again, popped in my head. Maybe I was thinking about it so much I never took action to type a little.
My gauge isn't so precise as to know when a person hits that sweet spot in life where you're mature enough to know, with fair certainty, the right moves in live and still possess the youth and energy.....or energy to make a move on a goal, project or change. I am sure that a person can remain so indecisive that the time never is right and so their long-term and short-terms wind up in the dust bin. That's all wrong. Indecisiveness is all around me and permeates important aspects of my being right now. The hardest thing is to not get wrapped up in it by being patient with "The Indecisive" and wait yet not become indecisive elsewhere on goals I want accomplished.
When another person's unsure thinking (which only they can correct) creates a hurdle, then it becomes your problem. You'll stop everything and wait. Is it kindness, subservience or a weird mind trick? I don't know. But, experience is showing that it's okay to await someone who can't make up their minds about small or large ideas, just don't wait on them with all your heart.
For some odd reason, I'm very protective of the "aura," or perceived aura, of my Facebook page. I created it with the idea of having fun and keeping things light and now, when something happens in my personal life and Facebook posting of the event could be appropriate, I must compare the news with the philosophy I've created. The experience of helping my father while he battled cancer was not posted on my Facebook page. It wasn't that it was highly personal news because all his friends and family, many of whom are on Facebook, already knew his condition, but that it wasn't light, fun and uplifting. I made the exception for a couple days after he passed away but only to, hopefully, point out some positive things my Dad would want said or done as a memorial, like enjoying a cold beer in his honor.
I realize that online postings are a preferred method to garner passive support when things are tough and rally one's friends during times when you need a cyber-hug and reassurance that the sun will rise again in the morning. Maybe I don't utilize that aspect of social media postings enough but I don't think I could ever violate my early opinion that my Facebook page should, 99.5% of the time, be a place to "cut up" and shoot the proverbial breeze. There's enough boo-hooing in this world without me adding to the situation. See ya.
It's a great treat to produce stories in rural North Carolina, especially in areas far removed from larger cities where local TV stations won't travel for a good "people story." But, that's the nature of local news while the nature of my reporting allows for meeting interesting North Carolinians.
Mary and Nelson James are kindest hosts you'll meet if you ever visit their Dogwood Farms in Maple Hill, North Carolina. Everything is all-natural and the James say they eat well because they know the history of most every food item that reaches their kitchen table. I've never thought of that perspective as I rummage through my refrigerator. Dogwood Farms sells government-inspected meats that are raised on site and grows a few vegetables, too. Here's my report for UNC-TV's North Carolina Now.
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Videographer Mark Stroupe and I traveled to Troy, NC and met Chad and Beverly Dickson. Chad worked in the banking industry but swings a mean hammer as part of his work on a 19th century home they have renovated to beautiful. Beverly is a an artist who sought a form of inspiration for art that is from or of North Carolina. She found it but her inspiration comes from art created by pre-North Carolinians. Yes, pre-North Carolinians. Here's my story for UNC-TV.
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