Yesterday, when I was walking outside and being foolishly apprehensive about writing and delivering a “Report from the President” at a group therapy conference this weekend, I saw an invitation to come inside and be foolish.
Personally, I appreciate any invitation to come inside and accept all my different parts (from foolish to wise). How about you?
The Fool/Jester archetype urges us to enjoy the process of our lives. Although the Fool/Jester can be prone to laziness and dissipation, the positive Fool/Jester invites us all out to play — showing us how to turn our work, our interactions with others, and even the most mundane tasks into FUN. The goal of the Fool/Jester is perhaps the wisest goal of all, which is just to enjoy life as it is, with all its paradoxes and dilemmas.
This fool now wants to look at a definition of “foolish.”
(of a person or action) lacking good sense or judgment; unwise.
“it was foolish of you to enter into correspondence.”
Her desperation led her to do something foolish; my desperation leads me to blogging. (Of course, everything leads me to blogging; I’ve been writing a daily blog in the morning for almost seven years.) (But what fool is counting?)
And if it’s foolish for me to write this blog before writing my report from the President, so be it.
Speaking of foolish, is it foolish for me to be worried about the stupid, silly, idiotic, halfwitted, witless, brainless, mindless, thoughtless, imprudent, incautious, irresponsible, injudicious, indiscreet, unwise, unintelligent, unreasonable, ill-advised, ill-considered, impolitic, rash, reckless, foolhardy, lunatic, absurd, senseless, pointless, nonsensical, inane, fatuous, ridiculous, laughable, risible, derisible, dumb, dim, dimwitted, dopey, gormless, damfool, half-baked, harebrained, crackbrained, peabrained, wooden-headed, thickheaded, nutty, mad, crazy, dotty, batty, dippy, cuckoo, screwy, wacky, barmy, daft, glaikit, dumb-ass, chowderheaded, and dotish reports from and about another President?
Worry is always foolish, because it doesn’t help anything.
Let’s be glaikit (Scottish word meaning foolish, giddy) together and look at my other foolish fotos from yesterday!
Michael was foolish enough to make LOTS of those delicious cod cakes last night. And I was foolish enough to clean my plate.
My first week of blogging, I was foolish enough to write a post about procrastination. After going inside that old post, I’m foolishly quoting it here:
if I AM going to wait until the last minute to do something, I wish to heaven I could block that procrastinated task totally out of my mind. But that’s not how it works for me. Usually, I’m exquisitely and uncomfortably aware of what I’m avoiding. Geesh. There’s got to be a way for procrastination to be more fun.
As I’ve gotten older, I have become more forgiving about my procrastinating tendencies. I’ve also realized that procrastination for me often has to do with insecurity. For example, I almost always wait until the last minute to do something that I think I might conceivably suck at doing — or, at least, where I might fall short of my own expectations and wishes.
One thing I’ve historically procrastinated about is …….. writing.
Maybe I procrastinate because I’m foolishly afraid of appearing foolish.
Here‘s the foolish song going through my foolish head, here and now:
Come inside and be foolish with a comment, below!
Finally, I shall finish this foolish post with a foolish foto to express my thanks to all those who helped me write today’s post and — of course! — to YOU. No fooling!
Since the 2016 election, I’ve noticed signs that I — and the United States — have somehow changed. I see signs of that in every blog post I’ve written since then. Of course, everything changes and everything changes us, although this saying
Honestly, that is so unlikely, at this point in my life.
However, there have been times I’ve been fearful of this. In fact, somebody would have provided enough — at those times — for me to survive and go on.
I should have known that, before. I know it now.
Geography was my least favorite subject, in school. Here’s a story about that: When I was in 6th grade, I was procrastinating studying for a test about European capitals. (Note: I still procrastinate doing things I don’t like.) I tried to learn everything in the recess period before, with a couple of classmates. When I was having trouble remembering the capital of Belgium, somebody suggested this solution, “It’s Brussels, so think of brussels sprouts.” Later, I noticed the teacher and classmates laughing, when they saw what I had written on the test: “The capital of Belgium is Brocolli.”*
Even though I still get disoriented by unfamiliar geography, I love to travel. I’ve been to Brussels, very briefly, and would love to return. Here’s a beautiful photo of Brussels, thanks to Google Images (and Girl’s guide to Brussels):
I could make a list of other places I want to visit, but that would take too long.
Another way geography has scared me? I have avoided geographical locations associated with past pain and suffering. As I described earlier this year, it can help to return to those, when you’re ready. When you choose.
Last week, I chose to stop and linger, taking in a scary location from my long-ago past:
That’s not so bad, now. Nothing to fear, really.
Thanks to my 6th grade classmates and teacher, the country of Belgium, places familiar and new, green vegetables everywhere, people who support others in any way, and to you — of course! — for visiting today.
* A few more thoughts about that:
I thought it was funny, too.
I had never seen a brussels sprout, at that point in my life.
I still misspell “broccoli,” most of the time.
I have never, ever forgotten the capital of Belgium since.
Sometimes, I confuse words for things. For example, I’ll say “January” when I mean “July.” I wonder if people think — when I do that — that I am confused about what time of year it is. THAT could be embarrassing.
Sometimes, I procrastinate making changes. That can feel embarrassing, too.
So it helps when I realize that I’m not alone in these imperfections. Especially when I realize that I am joined by a person — or an establishment — that I respect.
Therefore, I was pleased to see this sign, this past October weekend, in front of one of my favorite local restaurants.
Besides the headline, I want to point out some other things about that sign:
It’s located in the eastern United States (not in Australia or any other place south of the equator).
It uses one of my favorite words (“yummy”).
It concludes with something I’ve considered using more of, lately (an emoticon).
If you don’t like emoticons, insert your own preferred smiling image, here, to conclude.
Wait! Before I do end today’s blog post, I’d like to present some of MY preferred smiling images (from previous posts, this year):
There’s more, but it’s time for me to end this post, people!
Thanks to Patou Thai Restaurant, people confused in any way by seasonal change, procrastinators (and anti-crastinators, if such people exist), smilers everywhere, and to you, of course, for reading today.
Hey! It’s another job for the magic wastepaper basket!
Thanks to Erin McKean, all the people in my life who’ve taken the time to tell me something they thought would be helpful, cool wastepaper baskets everywhere, and to you, too, for reading today.
*Erin McKean refers to something else, in this talk, which I found incredibly valuable when somebody told me about it many years ago. At 5:00, she describes what she calls “The Ham Butt Problem”, which also relates to letting go of old, unhelpful ways of thinking!
I had many choices from the Google Buffet of Definitions, this morning. I chose the following, from the Merriam Webster site:
1. : desire, wish: as
a : disposition, inclination <where there’s a will there’s a way>
b : appetite, passion
c : choice, determination
a : something desired; especially : a choice or determination of one having authority or power
b (1) archaic : request, command (2) [from the phrase our will is which introduces it] : the part of a summons expressing a royal command
3 : the act, process, or experience of willing : volition 4
a : mental powers manifested as wishing, choosing, desiring, or intending
b : a disposition to act according to principles or ends
c : the collective desire of a group <the will of the people>
5 : the power of control over one’s own actions or emotions <a man of iron will>
6: a legal declaration of a person’s wishes regarding the disposal of his or her property or estate after death; especially : a written instrument legally executed by which a person makes disposition of his or her estate to take effect after death
— at will
: as one wishes : as or when it pleases or suits oneself
A few random thoughts, about all that (accompanied by my friend, Google Images):
In a previous (personal favorite) post here, I wrote about To Do Lists.
Something that’s been on my To Do List, for a very long time?
That kind of will.
Also, on my To Do List, for a shorter time, a different kind of will:
A Living Will (which is not included in the Merriam Webster definitions) is defined as
A document in which the signer states his or her wishes regarding medical treatment, especially treatment that sustains or prolongs life by extraordinary means, for use if the signer becomes mentally incompetent or unable to communicate.
Hmmmm. I wonder why I’ve been avoiding completing both of those kinds of wills — The Last Will and Testament and The Living Will.
I repeat, hmmmmm.
Should I label myself “A Procrastinator?” Would that help?
Should I ask you, readers, if you might resist taking care of those kinds of wills? Should I ask if you’ve encountered other people, in your life, who have resisted taking care of those sorts of things, and the effect that has had on you?
What are the words that are difficult to say to somebody else?
Often, it’s when we fear that the other person will have a negative reaction, like disappointment.
Here’s why this issue is on my mind this morning: Somebody at work had made a difficult decision she needed to tell me about. She was afraid I would be disappointed by what she had to say, so she put off telling me, waiting for the “right time.”
The right time hadn’t come yet.
I asked her about it last night, and found out that way.
That is my least favorite way of finding out something difficult.
So when she answered my question with the disappointing news, I felt stunned. The wind got knocked out of me. I was direct about THAT, by the way. And she and I talked things through. And it’s all okay.
I’ve been on both sides of this situation: being disappointed and disappointing somebody else. (As you have, too, I assume.)
And, I totally relate to the wish to not disappoint somebody. I’ve also experienced reluctance and procrastination about telling somebody something difficult.
However, I am going to make a strong pitch, right now, for direct communication, the sooner the better.
If we have something difficult to tell somebody, if we fear disappointment as a reaction, let’s try this:
Recognize and let go of beliefs that this will damage or destroy the relationship.
Remember that other people are not as fragile as you fear.
Tell yourself you’ve made a difficult decision, and you’ve done the best you can.