“This feels like navel gazing to me.”
More than ten years ago, a designer critiqued as ‘navel gazing’ an activity I created. I have vivid memories of righteous indignation (after I looked it up to make sure it was derisive). Now I would chuckle and say, “Heck, yeah!” And I’d probably tag on a self-deprecating remark like, “Even though looking at my navel is a little more physically taxing these days.” Because, really, surprising exactly not one person, I am constantly thinking and occasionally over-thinking.
Which leads me to this section of the website. There are things I want to say that may not otherwise make it out of my head and into the world. And just maybe a couple human beings want to hear this stuff. (Hi, spouse! Hi, siblings! Hi, adult children! Hi, four friends!)
So if you are up for ruminations and random stories, boy, is this blog for you! If not, skip it. Time is money, you know. (Except for you, adult children; for you, this is required reading. Else, how will you know what to say at my funeral?) I don’t know exactly how this is going to work, but I’m giving myself license to wing it. And probably modify the structure about four thousand times. Forever yours in navel gazing, SH