Talk Without Speaking

My brain has worked out this fantastic arrangement lately. Whether a defense mechanism or otherwise, I cannot tell. All I know is that it works wonders.

There are a couple of “wringers” that my brain has come up with over time. No matter what has been going on in my life, no matter what I am concerned or stressed with, these wringers never fail to cheer me up or, at the very least, allow me to put my problems in perspective in relation to others. This typically has the same effect, allowing me to simply forget about the problems that I have.

Now, it’s likely going to sound slightly morbid but I, like most others I would imagine, have lost friends and family. Perhaps it’s some kind of tribute to them that thinking about those that I have lost always has a strange calming effect on me. I realize how lucky I am to still be here; how many blessings that I really have.

Other wringers have nothing to do with death but rather are other little bits and pieces that have stuck in my brain for whatever reason…Einhorn…Finckle. Finckle….Einhorn, as an example.

So, the reason for this entire post is that I’ve recently recognized that I have a new “put-your-life-in-perspective” trigger and it is conveniently located about 30 feet from my front door. I have to pass it every day on the way home from work so regardless of how much work baggage I foolishly accidentally carry home with me I can almost always be assured to ditch it before getting home.

I’d give you a million guesses but that wouldn’t be enough.