An admission.
My thoughts are hitchhikers right now; thumbing rides with anyone and anything that will pick them up and carry them away. In this moment, it seems I’m having a hard time knowing what to tell you, what to share. I purchased a planner from the drug store down the street from my house just yesterday in fact, with the hope that it will provide the anchorage they need, my thoughts and stories. A mooring of sorts.
I use a Uniball Signo Micro 207 pen because I love the way it feels when I write. It’s almost as nice as the click of the keys on my new keyboard, but different. Satisfying. Like hair-thin rivers of thought; plans and ideas flowing between blue-lined banks in my Mead Five Star notebook.
It makes me feel a little powerful, writing by hand does.
If you’re interested (and who isn’t interested in organization?), my planner is really quite attractive. It’s glossy – extremely laminated – and it has a photo of a succulent plant on the cover. I think it’s meant to appeal to Millenials, because millennials, from what I can tell, are very, very into plants; especially ones that don’t require much tending to.
I am hoping that my new succulent planner will help to capture my story a little more effectively, so I can do a better job at connecting here with you, dear Reader. I’m almost positive it will.
That’s really all I have for you today, not much in the way of a post, I’m afraid. But I did want to check in, let you know that I’m still here. And I wanted to share about that planner. Shoot me an email if you’d like to know more about it.
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I learned a new word today: Xennial.
A Xennial is someone whose age places them right in the middle of two generations, Generation X and Millenial. Reader, this is me! Born in August of 1983, I am Xennial through and through. To qualify, one must have come into being between the years of 1977 and 1985. “Also known as the Oregon Trail Generation and Generation Catalano,” (this is copied straight from Wiki, guys) “Xennials are described as having had an analog childhood and a digital adulthood.”
It’s funny because we were just talking yesterday about Millenials and how much they love plants and succulents and things, and then this word popped into my life. I’ve actually heard it twice today; once when talking to my friend, Sonja, and the next time while listening to the Oprah Supersoul podcast, which I love.
I’m sure you’ve experienced this: stumbling across a word or random piece of information and then having it show up again shortly afterward? It’s crazy when that happens; when you start seeing a word all over the place, all of a sudden. It’s called the Baader-Meinhof phenomenon, or also “frequency illusion.”
I’m inclined to think that it’s all just a big coincidence, but really who am I to say? I’m just a food blogger. But what if there really is a bigger force at play, behind the words; masquerading as coincidence, playing as chance? Do you think it could be so? To believe everything that ever happens is total coincidence seems sad and somewhat cold. But to believe that everything happens for a reason seems mildly idiotic and way too easy. A belief such as that gives us an out – we don’t have to use our thinking minds anymore, because everything happens for a reason. Nothing to worry about, because there’s a reason.
I personally like to think that the truth of it lies somewhere in the middle. Like we’re not all just puppets under the control of some higher being’s mignonette-ing or that every single thing that has ever happened in the history of the world – every domino that has ever fallen – has done so of pure coincidence.
There must be a dusty gray area somewhere in between the extremes that holds the truth. That, dear Reader, is the realm just outside of our own understanding, right beyond our mind’s reach. It’s where things get interesting.
