Phases

I think we have phases in life, some short and some long. I am talking about personal phases, not really those determined by outside influences. No, that isn’t what I mean; this is difficult. Okay, phases that aren’t determined by one specific event, or even two. These phases either occur naturally as a result of organic mind/body changes (perhaps aging?) and/or the constant stresses and pressures of an extended environment. Something in you changes –  a shift in mood, outlook, or whatever you want to call it. Maybe it is like the temperature falling, falling and falling and then, poof, water is ice.

To tell you the truth here, I am thinking about this as I go along and some of the ideas coming off the top of my head are smashing right on the floor; some leave me so fast they zoom right out of my awareness and all I remember is thinking I might have had a good idea. Some circle around and come back to fight for landing space with others that carry opposing speculation.

I know I often don’t know what I am talking about, but it is unsettling to realize I don’t believe I know what I am thinking about.

Yes, I am fazed . . . and no, I did not plan that pun; it just presented itself and I gave up and grabbed it and typed it.