The question I am asked most frequently about my blog is, “How do you find something to write about every day?”   Interestingly, those who know me best don’t ask that question.  They know that I am endlessly fascinated with any number of things – that my mind is like an attic stuffed to the rafters with an eclectic mix of old and new – treasures and junk – and plenty of cobwebs that have developed in support of their own ecosystem.  In that attic are thousands of memories, observations and ponderings waiting to be taken out, dusted off and examined.  Typically, I am never quite sure when I start examining things in the attic where I will end up.

The most interesting places though in the attic that is my mind are the places where cobwebs have developed.  Those places have been left untouched for awhile and the evidence of their latency – the cobwebs – seem to signal that the place where these things reside is indeed meant to be left alone.

But those are the places that have increasingly become more intriguing to me – the places in the dark recesses of my mind that have remained largely unexamined for their value or role in developing my soul.  Toward that end the cobwebs possess a draw all their own.  For one cannot fully appreciate the evolution of their soul without looking at all the things that have molded it and so much of that molding lies in the cobwebs whether we like it or not.  So I regularly try and reach into the cobwebs and examine those areas that have been sitting idle for awhile.

Here’s the thing about those places though – they aren’t always the most positive memories, observations or ponderings – they tend to be the stuff upon which I have built character moving forward (which in common speak means they are screw-ups, failures, disappointments, weaknesses, etc.).   Yet, I have found that it is in acknowledging these places and really examining how they came to be that I have learned the most about the me I was and the me I want to be.

So I am all about the cobwebs, not as an everyday event but as a part of well-rounded visit to the attic that is my mind; and, as is typical in my daily visits to the attic, I end up not necessarily on topic but instead with a commentary on the value of an examined life (via an attic metaphor).  It has been said that “the unexamined life is not worth living” – I believe there is truth to this.  Our learning and evolution as human beings should be ongoing throughout our lives and such learning and evolution cannot occur without introspection.

There has been much living that has occurred prior to and since my entry into the new forty – and there is plenty of introspection to be had.  So writing every day is never an issue…whether it is about cobwebs, underwear, food, children, mischief or any other assortment of nonsense…the point is, the attic is full and I’ll be up there rifling around for years. 😉

Day seven hundred and seventy-one of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C