Typical day for a man in their senior years. I arose at 7:15 in the morning, which is a bit later than usual, as I normally arise between 7 and 8 in the morning. However, that doesn’t mean I just awoke; I typically awake between 4:30 and 5:30 in the morning, allowing myself precious moments of solitude to meditate and reconcile my thoughts before the day begins. This quiet time helps me center myself and prepare for whatever lies ahead. After my meditation, I make it a point to get up by 7, feeling refreshed and ready to face the day. The first thing I do is take my dose of blood thinner medication with a full glass of water, which is crucial for maintaining my health. I adhere to this schedule diligently, taking my medication once in the morning and again at 7 in the evening, ensuring that I remain vigilant about my well-being as I navigate my senior years.
Every day is Saturday for me. No deadlines, no pressure, and I do anything I want to do for the day, whether it’s enjoying a leisurely breakfast with a steaming cup of coffee, diving into a good book that has been gathering dust or embarking on spontaneous adventures exploring the beauty of the outdoors. This freedom allows me to embrace creativity and indulge in blogging and hobbies I’ve always wanted to pursue. The possibilities are endless, and I relish in the joy of living life on my own terms, crafting each moment to be fulfilling and meaningful.
“Hi! I’m Tom, an 83-year-old who’s found a second wind in blogging. I’m hooked on sharing stories from my life—everything from raising kids in the ’70s to my take on today’s world. I’m curious, a bit stubborn, and always ready to learn something new. When I’m not glued to my keyboard, I’m tending my flowers or spending time with my wife over breakfast, lunch, supper, or snacks.”
The story behind my nickname is a remarkable medical near-death experience that unfolded over two and one-half years ago. During that critical time, I found myself facing a gigantic blood clot situated between my lungs, a condition that not only posed a severe threat to my life but also led to an overwhelming array of emotions. After doing extensive research on this alarming diagnosis, I discovered that the survival rate for this particular illness was a staggering low of just 3 to 5%. It was a harsh reality to confront, but against all odds, I was fortunate enough to be among that small percentage of survivors. This experience profoundly shaped my perspective on life, instilling in me a sense of resilience and a deeper appreciation for each moment. The nickname of TomT2.0 I carry today serves as a reminder of my journey, the struggles I overcame, and the strength I found within myself during one of the most challenging times of my life.
After learning that my survival beat the odds of death, I found myself at a profound crossroads in my life. I began to think, “Is there some reason that I was given this bonus time on earth?” This question lingered in my mind, encouraging me to reflect on the purpose of my existence and the experiences that had shaped me. The only conclusion I could surmise was that perhaps I should share my experiences, thoughts, and feelings with anyone willing to listen or read. It was during this period of introspection that I reenergized my WordPress blogging site, changing my nickname to TomT2.0 to symbolize my renewed sense of purpose and identity. Since then, I have immersed myself in crafting narratives that reflect my journey, capturing the wisdom I’ve accumulated over the years. I am now getting close to posting 500 stories that detail my experiences throughout over eighty years of life, touching on everything from treasured memories to valuable lessons learned, as well as my candid comments about various topics that pique my interest. Each post is not just a story; it’s a testament to resilience and a celebration of the extraordinary aspects of an ordinary life.
Is this what I am supposed to do with this bonus time? I predict I will not know until my time on this earth is over.
My strategy is to keep regular sleeping hours, as I believe that sufficient rest is crucial for maintaining overall health and mental clarity. I also make an effort to eat close to the same time every day, which helps regulate my metabolism and keeps my energy levels stable throughout the day. Alongside this, I am mindful of my daily carb intake, ensuring that I consume balanced meals that provide the right nutrients without excessive sugar. Additionally, I recognize the importance of physical activity in my routine and do need to get more exercise than I currently do; incorporating activities like walking, jogging, or yoga could greatly enhance my fitness and well-being in the long run.
Also, I try to stay away from anything that would make me feel guilty, as I believe that guilt can weigh heavily on one’s conscience and hinder personal growth. I find it essential to cultivate a mindset that prioritizes positivity and self-acceptance; therefore, I consciously choose activities and environments that uplift me and foster a sense of well-being. By avoiding situations that provoke guilt, I am better able to focus on my goals and maintain harmony within myself, ultimately leading to a more fulfilling and joyful life.
I am over eighty, and although I have no travel plans at the moment, I find joy in the small things that life offers each day. While my friends share stories of distant lands and adventures, I appreciate the comfort of my home, filled with cherished memories and the love of my wife, family and friends.
If I had a magic wand, I would change modern society to being more family oriented, where the values of togetherness and nurturing are at the forefront. To me, it appears that more and more young people are opting not to get married and are forgoing the idea of creating families of their own. This shift is particularly concerning as the tradition of family living, which once served as the cornerstone of our communities, seems to be disappearing in this society. I hear more and more young women stating that they do not want to have children, expressing their desire for independence and career advancement over traditional familial roles. What happened to the maternal instincts that were once so prevalent is beyond me; it feels as if we are losing something fundamental. The joys of family life, the bonds that are formed, and the lessons passed down through generations are at risk of being forgotten. It is vital that we address these changes and encourage a culture that cherishes and supports the family unit, allowing future generations to experience the love and security that comes from being part of a family.
I am meeting more women beyond childbearing age that are single and childless, with no immediate ties to any kind of family structure. Many of them seem to embrace their independence, pursuing careers, traveling, and engaging in hobbies that enrich their lives. However, a lingering thought crosses my mind: I wonder when these women age and find themselves in need of dependent care, who will they turn to for support and companionship? In a society that often prioritizes family units, it raises the question of what safety nets exist for those who may not have children or close relatives to rely on. Will community resources step in to fill the gaps, or will there be a growing sense of isolation among this demographic? It’s a critical consideration as we reflect on the societal structures that provide care and connection in later life, aiming to ensure that no one faces this stage alone.
If I ever receive my magic wand that is what I would change about modern society
My internal clock is unyielding, a constant mechanism that never misses a beat. While others depend on watches or phone alarms, my body and mind are tuned to an instinctive sense of time, as if a cosmic metronome is keeping me aligned with the universe. A steady awareness that remains, even in the quietest nights.
This heightened sense of time shapes my life in both meaningful and strange ways, helping me to experience moments more fully than usual. This perspective not only affects my everyday decisions but also deepens my relationships, encouraging me to cherish each interaction and notice the details around me. Consequently, I move through life with a purpose, recognizing that every moment is a precious gift, both delicate and full of possibilities. My near-death experience two and a half years ago made me more aware that every moment is a precious gift.
Yet, this gift comes with drawbacks. There’s no escaping time. it never slows down. I’m constantly reminded of time’s steady march, pushing me to make the most of each moment. Unlike others who chase time, I feel trapped by it, always in sync with its relentless flow. My biological clock never takes a break, tied to the invisible rhythm that controls us all.
When software suddenly stops behaving as expected—taps into a universal annoyance for anyone who relies on technology. It’s the jarring shift from smooth functionality to unexpected failure that can feel like a betrayal, especially when you’ve come to depend on a tool for work, creativity, or daily tasks.
A prime example of this happened yesterday with WordPress’s AI assistant. I reported it around noon. It was a challenge to finally get a chat with a human instead of AI. The human said they do not know of any issue with AI assistant and asked where my issue was. After the human went to my site and found out there was an issue the human said the team will start working on it. Finally, about 6 hours later the AI assistant was back up and running. It is kind of disturbing on how dependent you become using these newfound tools you can put in your toolbox.
2 I get hungry. Food is one of the necessities to continue life.
3 I need oxygen to live. Another necessity of life
4 I feel pain. An 11-millimeter kidney stone is pain.
5 I am aging. Every morning when I wake up I my body tells me this fact.
6 I am just a speck in this gigantic universe. I am just a mere mortal, nothing great to be remembered by.
7 Earth is not a friendly place. Weather, earthquakes, fires, starvation, just to name a few. Hate and anger with unlimited numbers of wars has happened through the history of mankind.
8 I have been very fortunate. Looking back on my eighty plus years I have been very fortunate compared to the pain and suffering experienced in this world.
9 I will be missed. I have many family and friends that will miss me. I heard somewhere that you die twice. First, when your spirit leaves your body and then when people don’t talk or remember you.
10 The world will continue. Once my time on earth is over, the world will continue.
I am concerned about the national debt. The national debt is over 36 trillion dollars, a staggering figure that reflects the immense financial obligations our government has accumulated over the years. This ever-growing debt raises questions about fiscal responsibility, economic stability, and the impact it will have on future generations. As interest on this debt continues to compound, it puts increased pressure on taxpayers and may limit funding for essential services such as education, healthcare, and infrastructure. It is crucial for policymakers to address this issue comprehensively, creating sustainable solutions to reduce the national debt while promoting economic growth and stability.
Interest payments on the debt now exceed Medicare and defense spending, reaching a staggering $233.06 billion annually as of May 2025. This alarming trend highlights the growing financial burden that the government faces as interest obligations consume an increasing portion of the federal budget. As these payments rise, there are substantial implications for funding essential programs, such as healthcare and national security, which have historically received significant allocations. Furthermore, as interest rates fluctuate due to economic conditions, the pressure on the budget is expected to intensify, leading to a potential reevaluation of fiscal priorities and spending strategies in the coming years.
The Penn Wharton Budget Model estimates that the U.S. has about 20 years before debt becomes unsustainable under current policies, risking default or inflation if not addressed. This projection highlights the critical need for policymakers to take proactive measures to manage the national debt effectively. If left unregulated, the mounting debt could lead to severe economic repercussions, including increased borrowing costs and diminished investor confidence. Furthermore, such unsustainable fiscal practices could ultimately erode public services and hinder future economic growth, creating a cycle of financial instability that would be difficult to reverse. As such, it is imperative that a comprehensive plan is developed to ensure long-term fiscal health and economic resilience.
The last time the U.S. federal government had a balanced budget, where revenues matched or surpassed expenditures, was in fiscal year 2001. This was an important moment in the country’s financial history, showing good fiscal management. The balanced budget in 2001 was due to strong tax revenues and careful budgeting practices, setting a standard for future leaders who want to manage finances responsibly amid competing priorities and the complexities of budgeting.
It has been over 20 years since the US had a balanced budget or surplus, a troubling reality that reflects the persistent economic challenges faced by the nation. This situation can largely be attributed to the fault of incompetent elected officials who prioritize short-term gains over long-term stability and fiscal responsibility. As government spending continues to outpace revenue generation, the implications of this negligence become increasingly severe for ordinary citizens. The future of our children is being taken away if the direction of the country does not change dramatically; without proactive measures to address our financial woes, we risk leaving subsequent generations with a crushing debt burden and diminished opportunities. It is imperative that we demand accountability from our leaders and advocate for policies that foster sustainable economic growth and responsible governance.
Yes, I had surgery for a variety of medical issues, which included outpatient procedures and acute problems that had developed over time.
The first surgery was for cataracts, a common condition that can cloud the lens of the eye and affect vision. I was fifty years old when the first one was performed, a significant moment in my life that marked the beginning of a journey toward clearer sight. I remember the anticipation and slight anxiety I felt leading up to the procedure, but I was relieved to learn that it was a relatively routine surgery. Then, ten years later, I underwent the same procedure for the remaining eye, which allowed me to fully appreciate the world in vivid detail once again. This is now an outpatient surgery and normally uneventful, with most patients able to return home the same day. I seldom wear glasses anymore since the surgery, which has been a liberating experience, although I still occasionally find myself reaching for them while using the laptop for extended periods, especially when focusing on small text or detail-oriented tasks. The difference in my vision post-surgery has greatly enhanced my daily life, allowing me to engage more fully in activities that I enjoy, such as reading and exploring life
The next surgery happened in 2018 for an eleven mm kidney stone in my right kidney. No modesty allowed here; it was a process that truly tested my understanding of medical technology. They went up through the basement using a laser to break up the stone, a technique that showcases the incredible advancements in modern medicine. In addition to the laser, they needed a bright light to illuminate the area and a vacuum to efficiently remove the debris created during the procedure. It’s remarkable to think about how they can insert all that specialized equipment into your tube and navigate their way up to the kidney, skillfully extracting the stone with such precision. I was kept under observation overnight, monitoring any complications, and was thankfully discharged the following afternoon, feeling relieved yet exhausted. For twelve hours after the surgery, I passed urine that looked like chocolate milk, an unsettling sight that served as a vivid reminder of the battle I had just endured. Each urinating act was a mix of discomfort and fascination at what my body was going through, making me appreciate the resilience of the human body and the expertise of the medical professionals who helped me.
Finally, on January 7, 2023, I had a pulmonary saddle embolism, which is a gigantic blood clot between my lungs. Word to the wise, if you ever wake up in the middle of the night, with a terrific pain in a calf. Do not massage the calf to relieve the pain. Speculation is the massage caused the DVT clot to break loose and migrate from the calf to between the lungs. CT scan showed that it looked like a large tree root going to various parts of the lungs.
They gave me three options, each with its own set of implications and outcomes. First, I could simply rely on medication to try to dissolve the clot, a method that seemed less invasive but carried uncertainties about its effectiveness and timing. The second option was more direct: they would enter through the groin above the hip under anesthesia and insert a specialized instrument designed to remove the clot as much as possible. This approach felt aggressive, and the thought of going under made me hesitate. The third option, however, piqued my interest despite its unconventional nature. It involved performing the same procedure as the second option, but without general anesthesia; instead, I would remain awake and alert, with only local pain medication to numb the area. They explained that they had seen the best results with this method, which allowed for immediate adjustments during the procedure based on my feedback. After weighing the risks and benefits of each choice, I ultimately opted for the third option, believing that remaining conscious would not only give me a measure of control over the situation but also help to improve the overall outcome of the procedure.
The most pain I suffered was when they cut the artery or vein to insert the instruments. They didn’t bother to tell me that they were going to make another incision above the other hip to remove the debris, which caught me completely off guard. It was just as painful as the first incision, intensifying my anxiety and fear during the procedure. The rest of the surgery was not that painful, but I experienced immense discomfort and unease that lingered in my mind. During that harrowing bout, I did think I took my last breath and felt a chilling certainty that my time on this earth was drawing to a close. I do believe I experienced a near-death event, one that left an indelible impression on my psyche, and I had a surreal preview of the time after life on this earth, filled with profound reflections that I still ponder to this day. After three days in the ICU and an additional day in the hospital, they sent me home, but that was only the beginning of my journey back to normalcy. It has been over two and a half years since that day, and while I have recovered physically, the emotional and psychological scars have remained. The only long-term effects are the daily reminder that I must take blood thinner medication for the remainder of my life, which serves as a constant connection to that traumatic experience, reminding me of the fragility of existence and the importance of cherishing every moment.
First, I asked AI’s definition of spirituality. Below is the response.
Spirituality is a broad, personal exploration of meaning, purpose, and connection, and one’s relationship with existence, often beyond the material world. It can involve beliefs in a higher power, universal consciousness, or the sacred, but it doesn’t always require religion. For some, it’s found through practices like meditation, prayer; for others, it’s a sense of awe in nature or connection to others. It’s subjective, shaped by culture, experience, and individual reflection, often addressing questions about life’s deeper truths.
With that I would say that spirituality is important to me. I was born and raised in the Catholic faith. In the era I was raised religion was based on fear and sinfulness. You were a sinner naturally, and you had to work hard to earn the reward of heaven. For over thirty years of my life, I thought I would never be worthy of a peaceful existence after time on this earth.
As my life progressed, I guess you could say that I began to question this kind of outlook on life and time after earth. I was put in situations where I had no control why this situation happened. I was beginning to realize that life is just more than trying to be accepted into time after earth. I was beginning to feel that life was one big learning session. All through your life you learn by events you experience, and you learn from everyone you encounter. Oh, I still go to church and practice Christianity. However, I have lost the fear that I am not worthy anymore.
Two and one-half years ago I experienced a near death event and for a period of time I feel I was given a preview of time after earth. I had this feeling of PEACE, TOTAL PEACE! This is a feeling I will never forget and looking forward to this eternal feeling.
I have written many posts about spirituality. Here are some links,
In conclusion, spirituality has been important to me throughout my life and time after life on this earth, serving as a guiding force that has shaped my values, beliefs, and understanding of the world around me. It has provided me with comfort during challenging moments, instilled a sense of purpose, and fostered deeper connections with others who share similar journeys. As I navigate the complexities of existence, the exploration of spiritual practices and teachings continues to enrich my experiences, allowing me to reflect on the mysteries of life and the profound interconnectedness of all beings.
The person I immediately thought of was Abraham Lincoln.
Lincoln led the United States during the Civil War (1861–1865), a time that challenged the nation’s core values and survival. His determination to keep the Union intact while handling numerous political and military obstacles demonstrated strong leadership. Throughout the war, Lincoln encountered significant opposition from both his party and outside forces, but he stayed committed to equality and democracy. He recognized that the conflict was about more than just winning battles; it was also about ending slavery and healing the nation. Through impactful speeches, key decisions, and adapting his strategies, Lincoln inspired hope and ensured that the principles of liberty and justice would survive beyond the war’s turmoil.
Born into poverty in a small log cabin, Lincoln was determined to educate himself. He read many books and discussed ideas, eventually becoming a respected lawyer. His journey from such humble beginnings to political power shows resilience and grit. He faced personal struggles and led a divided nation with compassion and integrity. His story of perseverance can inspire anyone who values determination, proving that hard work can help overcome significant challenges to achieve success.
His speeches, like the Gettysburg Address, clearly expressed powerful ideas about democracy and equality, leaving a lasting impact on history and society. He conveyed a message that touched people’s hearts and minds, encouraging them to think about their values and responsibilities, while fostering hope for a future where everyone is treated with dignity and respect. During times of conflict, his words acted as a guiding light, promoting unity and justice, and inspiring generations to support the principles of freedom and human rights for all.
Lincoln wasn’t flawless. He wrestled with his own views on race, faced criticism for suspending habeas corpus, and made tough calls that weren’t universally popular. His ability to grow, listen, and adapt while staying true to core principles makes him relatable and human.
That is why I immediately thought of Abraham Lincoln, a leader renowned for his wisdom and unwavering commitment to unity during one of the most tumultuous times in American history. His ability to navigate through conflicts and bring people together, despite their differing views, serves as a powerful reminder of the importance of empathetic leadership in today’s world.
The night of April 11th, 2010, I had a strange dream. This involved a girl, (woman) I have not thought about for 68 years. This was Sandra. I went to grade, junior, and high school with her. In grade school Sandra and I were very close. The first time we met we were attracted to each other. That was over sixty years ago, and I can’t say that I can remember that much about that time. We did make it a point to be next to each other and would look for each other when there was a gathering. I do remember one event that still is important to me. During that time there were tables the size where two individuals sat at the table. We always made it a point to sit at the same table if we were able to. Anyway, the teacher was rambling on, and I was on the left Sandra was on the right. Our arms were resting on the table, and they were barely touching each other. I was starting to get this tingling feeling from my elbow down to my wrist where our arms were interacting. This felt great! I can still feel the tingling going up and down my arm. Sandra was having the same response. She looks at me and smiles. I will never forget this moment. This was before sex ever became involved or thought about. One could say she was my first girlfriend, maybe even my soul mate and didn’t realize it.
We went on to high school and began to drift apart. My teenage years were very hard for me. I was angry and mad. I didn’t like myself. I didn’t like the feelings and thoughts I was having. Those apparent hormones were doing a number on me. I had a loving family, All the things a teenager could expect. Driving at sixteen, a part time job and money in my pocket. Looking back at those times, I would say I was a jerk. Because of this I killed the relationship between me and Sandra. We went our separate ways, and I didn’t think of her until April 11, 2010.
In this dream Sandra came to me and said, “Tom, I was meant (created) for you. However, you rejected me. Our lives would have been totally different if you would not have rejected me.” This dream was a visual and moving dream. This bothered me because I wondered why I dreamt of Sandra after not seeing or hearing about her for over fifty years or more. Finally, on April 18th I thought I would search for some information about Sandra.
Going to my yearbook newsletters I found out she was married to Ed. I did a Google search and came up with an obituary stating that Sandra passed away April 8, 2010. That was only three days before I had my strange dream. This really shocked me and leaves me with more questions than answers. Was this a visit from someone who recently died. Would my life have been different? Would it have been better or worse? I will never know. I have had a good life, and I feel I have made more good decisions instead of bad decisions. Did this change my outlook? Yes, it did. I have never been a strong religious person even though I was born and raised a Catholic. They teach that there is life after death. But I always had in the back of my mind, that may be wrong. However, after this dream I am convinced that yes, there is something after death. This dream occurred in 2010, and the dream relieved me of that thought ever since. death is not final. You can come to your own conclusion. Life is one large teaching experience. From birth until death, you are learning.
Retirement is an important time in life. After many years of work, the goal is to enjoy your later years in comfort. It’s part of the American dream, achievable with careful planning and saving. A bit of luck is also needed for everything to align for a successful retirement.
Since I retired nineteen years ago, I will share how I managed my finances for a comfortable retirement. First, I paid off all my credit cards, ensuring I only had monthly expenses that were paid off completely. I checked my social security benefits and the small pension we would receive. I assessed the condition of our vehicles to determine when they would need replacing. Then, I created a budget to see if our retirement income could cover our monthly expenses, with entertainment costs coming from our savings. We decided to retire, hoping our finances would last as long as we did.
Everything was going well until the financial crash of 2008, which caused our portfolio to show losses over half its value. We had to decide whether to sell the stocks and realize those losses. Since I didn’t need the money, I chose to keep the stocks until they returned to their purchase price before selling. We didn’t earn any money, but we also didn’t lose anything. It took about seven years to recover our original investments. These were challenging times, and I decided to withdraw from the stock market entirely and invest only in secure options because I was too old to handle the stress. Since then, we have been financially stable.
As we age, health problems can affect our retirement plans, often putting vacations and trips on hold. We have enjoyed over nineteen years of a comfortable retirement and feel lucky to have had this time. We hope for many more years ahead.
My favorite moment in my life happened February 7, 2023. This is the day I had a near-death experience that profoundly changed my perspective on life. I was laying on the operating table, feeling a wave of panic as I couldn’t inhale or exhale. In that moment, I surely thought that my time was over and that I would never see my loved ones again. Suddenly, I passed out and went somewhere beyond the bounds of my earthly existence. With a massive blood clot between my lungs. The doctors said they had better results if the patient stayed awake, so I went with that option. About 30 minutes after the start, I was really feeling horrible. I was having trouble getting a breath, at this time, I experienced PEACE, TOTAL PEACE like I had never known before. It enveloped me, washing away all fears and worries, transcending the chaos of my thoughts. It was an overwhelming sense of serenity that I will never forget, a stark contrast to the medical environment I had just left behind. I find myself reflecting on this experience frequently, and I look forward to experiencing this PEACE, TOTAL PEACE after my time on this earth is over, knowing now that there is a beauty in the unknown that goes beyond life itself.
This is the day I dodged death. I was standing in front of death’s door, and Doctor Death was holding the door open for me to enter, beckoning me with a chilling smile. Surprise! I survived! The moments that followed were surreal, almost dreamlike, as I wrestled with the reality of my existence. I found out later that the survival rate of that type of clot is only 3 to 5 percent, making my escape feel like a miracle. I beat the odds and emerged from that harrowing experience with a newfound appreciation for life. Now, I have experienced over 2 1/2 years of bonus years on this earth, filled with laughter, adventure, and moments I never thought I’d take for granted again. Waking up each day has transformed into one of my favorite moments, a celebration of existence where every sunrise is a reminder of my strength and resilience. Each breath I take is infused with gratitude, pushing me to make the most of this unexpected lease on life.
After close to sixty years of my life I discovered that allowing me to just be myself instead of what others say I should be was the most impactful realization in my over eighty years of time on this earth.
Being yourself unlocks purpose by letting you live in alignment with what lights you up. It creates meaning by making your life a unique expression of who you are, not a copy of someone else’s. This authenticity allows you to explore your passions and reflect on your values, leading to greater self-awareness and fulfillment. It’s liberating but not always easy—it requires courage to defy expectations and patience to uncover who you truly are beneath the layers of societal pressure and external influences. The journey of self-discovery can be fraught with challenges, yet each step taken towards being your genuine self strengthens your resolve and resilience. The reward is a life that feels like yours, where purpose flows naturally from doing what’s true to you, enriching your experiences and creating deeper connections with others who resonate with your authentic spirit.
Daily writing prompt
What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
This is a no brainer. The love of my life is the person I spend most of my time with, sharing moments that weave the fabric of our story together. We met over forty years ago and immediately realized there was an attraction that could not be restrained, a magnetic pull that drew us closer despite the world around us. Through countless adventures, laughter, and even the challenges that life threw our way, our bond has only grown stronger. Every shared glance and gentle touch tells a story of resilience and deep connection, and I cherish each day that we spend together, grateful for the enduring love that has transformed our lives into a beautiful journey.
Married in 1995, we share an inseparable bond that has only grown stronger over the years. We sleep together, eat together, and go to church together, nurturing our spiritual connection and values. Attending meetings together helps us support each other professionally and personally, while our frequent visits to restaurants allow us to explore new cuisines and make delightful memories. We watch movies together, immersing ourselves in various genres that reflect our tastes and spark our discussions. Engaging in countless other activities, we often find ourselves enjoying the simplest pleasures of life, like taking long walks. It truly feels like we are connected at the hip, understanding each other’s thoughts and emotions without needing words. Our deep companionship suggests that we will probably experience the full journey of life together, cherishing each moment until the end.
One simple thing that has happened every morning so far is waking up to a new day, filled with endless possibilities and the promise of fresh beginnings. Each new dawn invites me to embrace the day ahead, whether it brings challenges to overcome, goals to achieve, or moments of joy to cherish. I am grateful for the chance to experience another day full of potential and hope.
Daily writing prompt
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
I remember life before the internet, roughly pre-1990s. It was slower-paced and more localized. I relied on physical media like newspapers, radio, and TV for news and entertainment. Landline phones, (I grew up with the rotary phone), letters, or face-to-face meetings was for communications. library visits were common. Socializing was mostly in-person, and communities were tighter but limited by geography. Online work was not even thought of. Privacy was easier to maintain.
I love to pull a mental time machine and visit the past, but let’s be real—I can’t complain about my life now without a good Wi-Fi connection! How else would I unleash my inner drama for the world to see? Thank you, Internet, for making my venting as easy as clicking “post”!
After 60 years of trying to be someone that I was not, constantly feeling the pressure of expectations placed upon me—like “You should be more like your brother” or “To be successful in life, you should behave this way”—I suddenly realized that the best thing I could do was to embrace my true self. The weight of those judgments felt heavy for so long, stifling my authenticity and making me question my own worth. However, in this time of reflection, I found clarity and freedom in accepting who I am, quirks and all. I have come to recognize that the journey towards self-acceptance is transformative, and I am truly enjoying the simple yet profound experience of just being myself, free from the confines of others’ perceptions and expectations. It’s liberating to know that I can finally live my life on my own terms, celebrating my individuality and the unique path that I am carving out for myself.
I want to be remembered as an honest person, someone who exemplified integrity in every action and interaction, consistently choosing to uphold my values even when faced with challenges. I strive to be the kind of individual who inspires trust in others, fostering relationships built on transparency and sincerity. By demonstrating honesty in both my personal and professional life, I hope to leave a legacy that encourages others to act with the same moral conviction, ultimately contributing to a more ethical and compassionate world.
As a good parent, I strive to instill values of kindness and respect in my children, guiding them with patience and support through life’s challenges. I believe that teaching them to be empathetic and considerate towards others lays the foundation for healthy relationships and a positive impact on the world around them. Every day presents new opportunities for learning, whether it’s navigating friendships at school or dealing with the complexities of emotions at home. By encouraging open communication, I aim to create a safe space where they can express their feelings and thoughts freely. This not only strengthens our bond but also fosters their emotional intelligence, allowing them to grow into compassionate individuals who can face the world with confidence and resilience.
I aim to be a friendly, loving husband, nurturing a strong bond with my best friend, filled with affection and understanding. My goal is to create an environment where both of us feel safe to express our thoughts and emotions, allowing us to grow together as a couple. I believe that through open communication and shared experiences, we can deepen our relationship, fostering trust and intimacy that will last a lifetime. Every day, I strive to show appreciation for her, whether through small gestures or supportive words, ensuring that she feels cherished and valued in every moment we share.
Additionally, I hope to be seen as someone you can always trust, a reliable friend who is there in times of need, offering a listening ear and unwavering support that enriches the lives of those around me.
Cold weather is tougher to deal with as I age. My body is more sensitive to the chill, as blood vessels constrict more with age, reducing warmth, which makes me feel the cold more intensely than I used to. My joints can ache in the cold, and arthritis flares are common, per studies, making even simple movements feel like a daunting task. This increased discomfort is compounded by the hassle of icy sidewalks, which not only present a risk of slipping and falling but can also lead to serious injuries that could be life-threatening, especially in older adults. Additionally, the psychological toll of winter can further exacerbate feelings of isolation and discomfort, making the desire for warmth and safety all the more pressing.
When I was young, we used to spend hours in the newly falling snow, marveling at the pristine white landscape that transformed our neighborhood into a winter wonderland. We excitedly made snowmen of all shapes and sizes, dressing them with colorful scarves and hats that added a touch of personality to our frosty creations. In our ambitious quest, we attempted to build an igloo, huddled together as we packed the snow tightly, forming the walls of our icy fort. Unfortunately, we never had much success because of the ceiling or roof, which always seemed to elude our grasp, leaving our structure incomplete. Despite the chill in the air, we would stay outside for hours, our feet growing numb but our spirits high, as we laughed and played. By the time we finally trudged back into the warm house, our feet were a few degrees above freezing and our eyes felt like they were on fire from the glaring sunlight bouncing off the snow, rendering us snow blind. No wonder I had a cataract when I was fifty; those winter days filled with joy and adventure were etched into my memory, along with the price of such carefree revelry.
Then growing up came into play, and with it, the realities of adult life began to unfold. Driving to work on treacherous ice and thick, heavy snow became a struggle, transforming many mornings into an anxious chore filled with uncertainty. Shoveling thousands of sidewalks over the next 40 or 50 years felt like an endless battle against the elements, a chore that wore on my spirit as the years passed. Cold weather, once a source of excitement and joy in my youth, became a bitter reminder of the burdens I now bore, diminishing the thrill of snowy winters and turning them into a relentless cycle of labor and discomfort.
When I retired, we thought of moving to Phoenix like our neighbor did, lured by the promise of sunny skies and warm temperatures year-round. However, family ultimately won out, as the ties to our loved ones were too strong to break. This reminds me of one holiday when I casually mentioned to my stepdaughter the possibility of relocating to Phoenix, expecting her to be enthusiastic about the idea. The expression on her face was unforgettable; her wide eyes and dropped jaw conveyed a mix of disbelief and disappointment. I could see that the thought of leaving her behind would have crushed her spirit. I don’t think she would have ever forgiven me if we moved away, uprooting our lives and leaving memories behind. Therefore, after deep discussions and a lot of heart, the decision was made to stay in our home, surrounded by familiar faces, sharing laughter and warmth, even if it meant enduring the biting cold of winter and just moaning and complaining about the chilly weather during those long months.
I could trust strangers more than I do, as it often feels like there is an innate hesitation within me that prevents me from opening up completely. This lack of trust can sometimes lead to missed opportunities for genuine connections and friendships. If I could learn to set aside my reservations and embrace the unfamiliar, I believe I would discover a world full of interesting people whose experiences and perspectives could enrich my life significantly.
Or I may become a victim of a crime, which is a concerning thought in today’s world. There are a lot of dangerous people out there, lurking in the shadows, ready to take advantage of those who may be unsuspecting or vulnerable. It’s a harsh reality that shapes the way we navigate our daily lives, always keeping an eye out for potential threats while hoping to remain safe. The fear of encountering such individuals can be overwhelming, making it essential to stay alert and aware of my surroundings at all times.
Daily writing prompt
What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?
I am over eighty, but my passion for storytelling keeps me vibrant and engaged with life, and my career plan is to write as long as possible. I constantly post on two websites, sharing my thoughts and reflections with an audience eager to connect. I have taken the time to pen a 287-page memoir, a journey through my life that serves as both a reflection and a celebration of my experiences. In addition to that, I have published thirteen issues of Ramblings Magazine, each filled with insights and anecdotes that resonate with my readers. My new endeavor is a foray into writing short stories, which I am assembling into a delightful paperback format that I fondly refer to as my bathroom books. These little collections are perfect for reading while sitting and waiting for nature to take its course, allowing for moments of quiet reflection and literary escape. If it wasn’t for writing, I would be old and bored stiff, but thankfully, the written word provides me with endless joy and purpose, continuously fueling my creativity and connection with the world.
My paperback books are on Amazon.com Tales of TomT 2.0LINK I am almost finished with book Two. Kindle or paper back
Town Hall Arts Center (THAC) is Denver’s most intimate live theater located on Historic Main Street in Downtown Littleton, Colorado. They are an intimate 260-seat Littleton theater and landmark for the three-block shopping district
December 15, 2024, was the last live performance we saw, a magical afternoon that featured the timeless show “Miracle on 34th Street.” Littleton Town Hall Arts Center, a charming and intimate theatre nestled in our community, has been our beloved destination for over fifteen years, providing us with countless opportunities to immerse ourselves in the arts. As season ticket holders, we’ve cherished our front-row seats, where we can fully appreciate the talents of the actors and the nuances of each production. Throughout the years, we’ve created many enjoyable memories at this friendly local theatre, from laughing at the comedic moments to being moved by heartfelt performances, all surrounded by a warm and welcoming atmosphere that feels just like home. Each visit not only entertains but also strengthens our connection to the local arts scene, making it an integral part of our lives.
I attend HOA meetings regularly to stay informed about community issues and contribute to important discussions regarding our neighborhood’s development and maintenance. These gatherings provide an excellent platform for residents to voice their concerns, share ideas, and collaborate with fellow homeowners on initiatives aimed at enhancing our living environment. Additionally, by participating actively, I aim to foster a sense of community and ensure that our collective interests are represented in decision-making processes.
I go to Sunday services, a time when the community gathers to reflect, renew, and reconnect with one another and with our spirituality. Each week, the familiar chants and hymns fill the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and belonging. As I sit among friends and family, I am reminded of the powerful messages shared by our leaders, which inspire us to lead our lives with kindness and purpose. The rituals, though traditional, offer a refreshing pause in our hectic lives, and motivated to carry that positivity into the week ahead.
I eat at local restaurants, where I enjoy exploring the unique flavors and culinary traditions that each place offers. The cozy atmosphere and the opportunity to engage with the passionate chefs and staff enhance my dining experience, making it not just about the food, but also about connecting with the community.
I often walk around the neighborhood, enjoying the fresh air and the vibrant surroundings, while engaging in friendly conversations with my neighbors about their lives, recent happenings, and shared interests.
Exercise at the local Recreation center can be an excellent way to improve both physical fitness and mental well-being, providing a variety of activities ranging from swimming and weightlifting to group classes. The center not only offers state-of-the-art equipment but also features knowledgeable staff who can assist with personalized fitness plans tailored to individual goals. Additionally, regular participation in activities at the recreation center promotes community engagement and social interaction, fostering relationships with fellow fitness enthusiasts. Whether it be setting new personal bests or simply enjoying a friendly game of basketball, the local Recreation center serves as a hub for a healthier lifestyle and a vibrant community atmosphere.
In conclusion, I always strive to be friendly and approachable to those around me, ensuring that I create a warm and welcoming atmosphere in our community. However, I firmly believe in respecting the boundaries that exist in our interactions, so I do not aim to be a daily interruption to my neighbors’ private lives. I value the importance of personal space and understand that everyone has their own routines and preferences, which is why I choose to engage with my neighbors in thoughtful and considerate ways, allowing for genuine connections without overstepping any lines.
My favorite brands are private label brands, such as Kroger, Members Mark, Kirkland, and many others that provide excellent quality at competitive prices. Many times, private labels are just the same as name brands, featuring similar ingredients and production methods, yet they are available at a lower price point for various reasons, such as the absence of national advertising expenses and the ability to leverage volume purchases to negotiate better deals with suppliers. This cost-effectiveness allows consumers to enjoy substantial savings while still enjoying products that meet their quality expectations. Furthermore, the growing popularity of private label brands has led to innovative offerings, bringing unique products to the market that often outperform traditional name-brand items, making them a smart choice for budget-conscious shoppers.
During my young career days, I worked in wholesale distribution, where I was introduced to the fascinating world of private label products. In this role, we had the opportunity to purchase items from well-known national brands, effectively bridging the gap between high-quality goods and affordability. The beauty of these products was that they maintained the same specifications and packaging as the original brands; however, they bore a different private label name that appealed to budget-conscious customers. This strategic approach not only allowed us to offer customers significant savings, but it also demonstrated how branding could be reimagined without compromising on quality. Essentially, we provided the same trusted products at a much cheaper price, effectively catering to a diverse range of buyers looking for value without sacrificing their standards.
This was in the seventies and eighties, and I am assuming that this practice is still used today.
Yes, I vote in political elections. Even though I may seem small in the grand picture of elections, it is my duty to participate. If I don’t vote, I lose the right to complain about how things are in our country. Voting is an important part of being a citizen, as every vote helps shape our society. By voting, I can express my views on issues that affect my community, ensuring that our leaders are held responsible for their choices. My involvement is a way to resist apathy, encouraging not just myself but others to stand up for what we believe in. Ultimately, voting isn’t just a right; it’s a privilege that shows how everyone can make a difference, no matter how insignificant they may feel.
Since I am near my journey of life to come to an end, I find myself reflecting on the myriad of experiences that have shaped me into who I am today. The time may be tomorrow or ten years from now; each moment seems fleeting yet profound in its own way. As I look back, I see not only the joyous moments but also the challenges that have tested my spirit and resilience. I ponder the legacy I will leave behind and the stories that will linger in the hearts of those I cherish. Only time will tell how this chapter will conclude, but for now, I strive to embrace each day with gratitude and an open heart.
Many things gave me direction in life. My parents and spiritual religious training were the primary factors in my young age, instilling in me values of compassion, integrity, and perseverance. Their guidance shaped my understanding of the world and encouraged me to seek a deeper meaning in my actions. Beyond just teachings, the experiences shared during family gatherings and moments of reflection on spiritual teachings created a strong foundation, allowing me to navigate challenges with resilience and purpose. As I grew older, I began to recognize how these early influences not only directed my choices but also inspired me to strive for personal growth and a greater connection with those around me.
As my journey progressed, the multitude of experiences I encountered—military service that instilled discipline and camaraderie, the joys and challenges of marriage, the heart-wrenching moments of divorce, the pursuit of fulfilling employment, the struggles of unemployment, the reflective phase of retirement, and a near-death experience that profoundly shifted my perspective—gave me direction through various segments of my life, guiding me to appreciate the nuances of resilience, the importance of relationships, and the invaluable lessons learned from both triumphs and tribulations that shaped the person I am today.
Now, since I am retired and near journeys end, my direction in life is just to be myself, embracing the freedom that comes with this new chapter. I find joy in simple pleasures like sipping my morning coffee while watching the sunrise, reflecting on the memories I’ve made over the years and the lessons learned along the way. This phase allows me to explore new hobbies, reconnect with old friends, and savor the beauty of each day without the pressures of a hectic schedule, which often seemed overwhelming during my working years. It’s a time for self-discovery, where I can truly delve into my passions and appreciate the small moments that make life rich and fulfilling, whether it’s tending to my garden, taking leisurely walks in nature, or getting lost in cyber space. I am expressing and sharing this in my blogging, hoping to inspire others to appreciate the joys of life and embrace their own journeys with open hearts and minds. Through my words, I connect with a broader community, exchanging stories and gaining insights that enrich my experiences further, making this chapter not only about reflection but also about connection and growth.
I have spent maybe two thirds of life trying to be somebody that I am not. You may believe this or not, but, one day I was taking a walk around the greenbelt near our home. There was nobody around and I was just having some silent time to my own. Then this loud voice came out and spoke. “Tom stop trying to be somebody else, just be yourself! Your purpose in life is to be yourself!” After that event I have decided to just be myself. Since that time, I been at peace since and am actually enjoying just being myself. I even like myself. This is one positive change I have made in my life.
Unfortunately, this event did not happen until I was in my sixties, a time when I thought I had already formed my identity. Therefore, I spent many years of my life trying to be somebody that I wasn’t meant to be, conforming to the expectations set by society, family, and even my peers. I often wore a mask that concealed my true self, believing that by doing so, I would find acceptance and success. As the years passed, I felt increasingly like a stranger in my own life, longing for the freedom to embrace who I really was, and reflecting on the choices I made, I realized that the journey to authenticity was one I had delayed far too long.
The question is more than a simple inquiry; it gets to the heart of your identity. Are you being yourself and accepting your unique traits, or are you trying to fit in and be someone else for the sake of acceptance or validation? I discovered that I am now very happy just being myself.
Daily writing prompt
Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?
When I am awake, I become acutely aware of the vibrant world around me, where every sound and sight dances in harmony, igniting my senses and filling my mind with a multitude of thoughts and possibilities. The warmth of the sunlight streaming through my window gently nudges me into a state of alertness, compelling me to embrace the day ahead with enthusiasm and anticipation.
Dear writing prompt.
You are starting to react like you are AI generated,
Answer which is quite fascinating considering the rapid advancements in technology and artificial intelligence. As these systems evolve, they often begin to exhibit behaviors and responses that mimic human-like interactions, blurring the lines between genuine consciousness and programmed responses. This phenomenon raises intriguing questions about the nature of intelligence and the future of our interactions with machines. It invites us to contemplate what it truly means to be sentient and how we define authenticity in an age where algorithms can simulate emotional responses and engage in conversations that feel remarkably real.
Comment from me, but you didn’t state whether you are AI generated or not.
On February 7, 2023, I found myself in a life-threatening situation when doctors discovered a gigantic blood clot lodged between my lungs. The severity of my condition was daunting, and the medical team quickly explained that I had three potential options to safely remove the clot. First, they suggested using medication, which might gradually dissolve the clot over time, but this approach could take a considerable duration and carried its own risks. Second, they proposed a more invasive procedure under full anesthesia, where they would access the clot through my groin and attempt to remove it directly. This method, while effective, also had significant risks associated with anesthesia. Lastly, the third option was similar to the second, but I would remain awake during the procedure. The doctors assured me that, in their experience, this method had yielded the best outcomes for patients in similar situations. Feeling a mix of fear and determination, I weighed my options carefully. Ultimately, I took the risk and chose the third option, hoping for a successful resolution to a terrifying ordeal.
Well, I took the risk on the third option, and because of that risk, I have experienced over two years of bonus time on this earth, a period filled with unexpected adventures, meaningful connections, and personal growth. This decision opened up new horizons that I never anticipated, allowing me to explore places I dreamed of visiting, engage in profound conversations with remarkable individuals, and discover passions that ignited my spirit. Each moment felt like a precious gift, reminding me of the beauty of embracing uncertainty and the amazing things that can come from stepping outside of my comfort zone.
Daily writing prompt
When is the last time you took a risk? How did it work out?
Taking the risk on a second marriage is a risk I will never regret, as it has transformed my life in the most beautiful ways. We have been happily married for over thirty years now, building a life filled with love, laughter, and mutual respect. Every day, we create new memories that strengthen our bond, and I often reflect on how fortunate I am to have found a partner who truly understands me and allows me to be myself. This marriage is one that everyone dreams about, showcasing not just the joy of companionship but also the journey of overcoming past challenges together, which has enriched our lives immeasurably.
When I married the first time, I thought that one married until death do us part. I was in for a big surprise though, as the reality of marriage proved to be far more complex than I had anticipated. I thought everything was going well; we had two wonderful boys, a cozy home, a reliable car, and I had a good job that allowed us to provide for our family comfortably. However, I then received the shock of my life when my wife, whom I had believed to be my partner for life, revealed to me that she felt things were not working out. In an unexpected turn of events, it felt as though my wife had transformed into a version of herself that I hardly recognized, almost as if she was living a life separate from our family, focusing more on her own needs and desires. After enduring a year of emotional turmoil, we finally came to the painful decision to file for divorce. This process brought with it not just emotional heartache but also substantial financial strain, making divorce one of the most expensive events in my life, both in terms of money and the emotional toll it took on my family and me.
My future wife also experienced the same type of shocking experience ending her first marriage, which unfolded unexpectedly and left a profound impact on her life; the emotional turmoil she faced during that time shaped her perspective on relationships and ultimately prepared her for the strong and loving future ahead of her.
We met in a divorce support group, a gathering filled with stories of heartbreak and resilience, where we slowly began to heal from our pasts. Over time, we picked ourselves up, learning the importance of self-love and support. After ten years of friendship, understanding, and growth, we decided to give marriage another try, recognizing that we had both transformed significantly since our previous experiences. I do not regret this risk one bit; in fact, I believe it was an essential step toward a deeper connection built on trust and mutual respect, and I look forward to what the future holds for us.
I equate nervous to stress. As I age, it is harder and harder to deal with stress, which seems to compound over time. The once manageable pressures of daily life now feel overwhelming, and I often find myself reflecting on how my responses have changed. There are times when even small challenges can trigger a wave of anxiety, making it difficult to focus on what truly matters. The weight of expectations, both self-imposed and from those around me, adds to the strain, highlighting a need for effective coping mechanisms to navigate the complexities of my emotions in this ever-evolving landscape of life.
Thinking about being late creates stress for me, a feeling that often lingers in my mind long before I actually need to leave. I hate to be late, even just a few minutes, as it feels like I’m disrespecting not only my time but also the time of others waiting for me. Punctuality matters greatly to me because it symbolizes responsibility and consideration. The anxiety builds when I foresee potential delays, causing me to plan my schedule meticulously. Whether it’s for a meeting, a dinner with friends, or any other commitment, the possibility of tardiness weighs heavily, making me triple-check the clock and my route, ensuring I leave with ample time to spare.
Driving is now stressful, especially with the chaotic environment that surrounds me. The cars around me just drive too fast, zipping past as if they are in a race, and weave in and out of the lanes with little regard for safety. I find myself gripping the steering wheel tighter with each passing vehicle, unable to relax as I navigate through the unpredictable flow of traffic. The constant honking and the glaring lights of oncoming cars add to the anxiety, making every journey feel like a daunting challenge rather than a simple commute. It’s as if the roads have become a battleground, where patience is a rarity and stress has become the norm.
When the laptop updates or the internet is not functioning, I get visions of being isolated from the world, as if I am cut off from the vibrant connections that technology offers. In those moments of disconnection, a wave of anxiety washes over me, amplifying the silence around me and making me acutely aware of how dependent I have become on these digital platforms for communication, information, and social interaction. It feels like I am trapped in a bubble, removed from the pulse of life, unable to reach out to friends or access the multitude of resources available online. My thoughts wander to the countless ways the internet has woven itself into the fabric of my daily existence, and I can’t help but wonder how I ever navigated the world before this digital age. The idea of being completely unplugged sends a shiver down my spine, revealing the complexities of our modern reliance on technology for connection and engagement.
Sure, doctors’ appointments and job interviews always stressed me out, as they often brought about feelings of anxiety and self-doubt; the thought of being judged or having to interact with strangers in high-stakes situations made my heart race and my palms sweat. I would often overthink every possible outcome, constantly worrying if I was adequately prepared or if I would make a good impression. Even the simplest of appointments felt overwhelming, and I found myself coming up with excuses to avoid them, wishing I could find a way to navigate these moments without the weight of stress hanging over me.
In conclusion, aging is just a part of life, and while it brings its own set of challenges, it also offers opportunities for personal growth and reflection. However, the events we experience as we age can create new stress and contribute to that empty feeling of being nervous. Whether it’s dealing with health issues, adjusting to changes in our social circles, or facing the pressures of everyday responsibilities, these factors can weigh heavily on us. It’s crucial to acknowledge these feelings and understand that they are a natural response to the evolving stages of life. By finding healthy coping mechanisms and seeking support when needed, we can navigate through these transitions with greater ease, allowing us to appreciate the journey of aging while also addressing the stresses it may bring.
After a demanding day, I embrace the role of a couch potato. That means I strive to do as little as possible, allowing myself to unwind completely. I often turn on the TV or delve into a collection of prerecorded programs that require minimal mental engagement. These shows, often lighthearted comedies or captivating reality series, provide the perfect backdrop for relaxation. I find comfort in their familiarity, and it’s not uncommon for me to drift off to sleep, especially during the quieter moments of the recording, sometimes even missing key plot points. Despite this, the experience of lounging on the couch, wrapped in a warm blanket, is a cherished ritual that helps me recharge for the day ahead.
Back in 2005, I embarked on my blogging journey at yourhub.com, a unique social media platform associated with the now defunct Rocky Mountain News. This innovative site allowed users to write and publish articles, creating a space where voices could be heard. If your story was selected by the editorial team, it found its way into a Thursday insert, which was a part of the printed morning newspaper, a thrilling experience for any aspiring writer. To my delight, they picked my first article, which ignited a passion for storytelling that would last far beyond my initial expectations. This incredible opportunity set in motion over 20 years of blogging, during which I honed my craft and developed my unique voice. I ventured into various writing projects, including self-publishing books and creating diverse content across multiple platforms. Over the years, I have accumulated a wealth of experience, allowing me to express my thoughts and opinions freely and confidently. The decision to start this journey undeniably helped me learn, grow, and connect with a community that shares my enthusiasm for storytelling and self-expression.
Daily writing prompt
Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.
My favorite restaurant is Dee’s Cafe. It is warm and friendly, creating an inviting atmosphere that makes you feel at home the moment you step inside. The decor is charming, with cozy seating and vibrant colors that give it a unique character. The only time it is crowded is during the holidays, when families gather to enjoy a delightful meal together. The cooking is terrific and always tasty, with a diverse menu that showcases both comfort food and seasonal specialties crafted from fresh, local ingredients. The travel time is very short, making it a convenient option for a spontaneous dinner or a planned outing, and parking is never a problem, allowing guests to arrive without any stress. I have known the cook for over forty years, and we get along very well; our friendship has grown over countless shared meals and laughter, and always knows how to accommodate my favorite dishes, making each visit even more special.
Yes, I am writing about Dee’s Cafe, and the owner is my wife. It is amazing that I am not over 250 pounds the way she feeds me, with her incredible culinary skills and passion for creating delicious meals that tantalize the taste buds. From the moment you walk into the cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods envelops you, making it hard to resist indulging in her daily specials. Hopefully, we will have many more years of dining together, savoring the delightful dishes she prepares, and sharing all the conversations we have about the events and situations in our life together, reflecting on cherished memories and dreaming of future adventures. Each meal is not just about the food but also about the love and warmth that fills the space, making Dee’s Cafe a true heartwarming corner of our lives.
Where will I be ten years from now? That is a difficult question to answer, and it often occupies my thoughts as I reflect on my life. Since I am over eighty years old, I may be beyond life on this earth, perhaps embarking on a new journey in the great unknown that awaits us all. I may be in the same place as I am now, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home, reminiscing about the cherished memories that have defined my existence. Alternatively, I could find myself in an assisted living facility, waiting for my time to be up, where I would be among others who share similar experiences and stories. Such a place could provide me with companionship and care, as I navigate the twilight years of my life. The uncertainty of the future weighs heavily on my mind, filled with both anxiety and hope—an unpredictable tapestry woven with the threads of time and the choices made along the way.
I know one thing for sure since I had a near-death experience over two years ago, an extraordinary event that profoundly changed my perspective on life and existence. During that brief moment, I experienced a short preview of time after life, a glimpse into what may lie beyond our current understanding. This revelation instilled in me a sense of peace and acceptance, as I am now ready for the inevitable to come, whether it arrives tomorrow, in ten years, or at some point beyond my imagination. Each day feels more meaningful as I navigate my life with the knowledge that our time here is finite, and I strive to embrace the present, fostering connections with loved ones and savoring every moment, all while carrying the awareness that the end is simply another chapter of the journey we all must face.
Waking up. After all, when you’re over eighty, just managing to open your eyes counts as a victory!
Watching my wife wake up is like waiting for a pot of water to boil—there’s a lot of anticipation, a little grumbling, and eventually, we both realize it’s time for coffee!
A steaming cup of coffee: because staying awake for sixty years is truly an extreme sport, requiring a level of stamina, dedication, and sheer willpower that few can muster!
Waking up another day and realizing my only health issue is deciding what to write about today! The sun streaming through the window brings a sense of warmth and possibility, as I sit with my steaming cup of coffee, pondering the endless topics that swirl in my mind, eager to be transformed into words on the page.
Going to bed and thanking the Lord for another day on this earth, reflecting on the blessings received, the lessons learned, and the opportunities that await with the dawn of a new day.
Life has been good!
Daily writing prompt
What are 5 everyday things that bring you happiness?
It is something I didn’t fully learn in high school. However, it was during the formative years of high school when I began to understand its significance and complexity. I witnessed how it shaped my experiences and influenced my interests, leading me to learn valuable lessons that became integral to my personal growth. Through various challenges and interactions with peers and teachers, I gradually realized the depth of this knowledge and its impact on my future endeavors.
Everyone wanted to drive. It was the first step to independence from your parents and a giant leap toward becoming self-sufficient, marking the beginning of a critical learning process when you would eventually be on your own. The open road beckoned with the promise of freedom and adventure, enabling young drivers to explore new places, make spontaneous decisions, and discover their own identities apart from their family. Each lesson learned behind the wheel was not just about mastering the technicalities of driving, but also about gaining confidence, responsibility, and the ability to navigate life’s challenges independently.
I received my learner’s permit on my sixteenth birthday, a milestone that filled me with excitement and anticipation, and just eleven days later, I bravely took the driving test and passed with flying colors, a feat made possible with the encouragement and guidance of my father. Before I reached this significant age, Dad would allow me to drive around the city during our outings, instilling in me a sense of independence and responsibility behind the wheel. We also had a wonderful family friend who lived on a farm, and our visits there became treasured adventures where I could navigate the rolling paths and winding routes amidst the vast fields of crops, feeling the thrill of freedom that driving provided. Driving home, Dad would gradually hand over the steering wheel to me on the freeway, allowing me to experience the rush of speeding along such a significant route until we approached the city, at which point he would take over to ensure a safe arrival. Naturally, the laws and regulations governing driving in the fifties were not as strict or comprehensive as they are today, which allowed for a certain level of freedom and exploration that many young drivers today might not fully understand; those were days filled with laughter, lessons, and experiences that one never forgets, shaping the core of my fondest teenage memories as I took my first steps into adulthood.
I cherish my dad deeply for his unwavering support in my journey of growth and for imparting invaluable lessons that are beyond the reach of any classroom.
The most positive change I made in my life is just being myself, embracing my unique qualities and characteristics without fear of judgment. By letting go of the need to conform to others’ expectations, I found the freedom to express my true thoughts and feelings, which has led to more authentic relationships. This newfound confidence has allowed me to pursue my passions wholeheartedly, celebrate my individuality, and inspire others to do the same, creating a ripple effect of positivity and self-acceptance around me.
For most of my life, I heard “you should be like so and so,” that constant refrain that acted as a backdrop to my formative years. Growing up, these words echoed from parents, teachers, and peers alike, often cloaked in the desire to guide me toward success and conformity. It seemed as if everyone had a blueprint for what I should aspire to become, and the pressure to fit that mold was unrelenting. Despite the well-meaning intentions behind these comparisons, I often found myself wrestling with my identity, torn between who I was and who I was expected to be. Each comparison, while sometimes motivating, more often left me feeling suffocated by the weight of others’ expectations. It wasn’t until I began to embrace my individuality that I realized the importance of defining success on my own terms, rather than merely mirroring the paths of those around me.
Now I am at ease, and I am just being myself, embracing who I truly am and the individuality that comes with it. It’s a liberating feeling, and I actually like myself, with all my quirks and imperfections. I find joy in the little things, appreciating the moments that make each day unique, and I’ve learned to celebrate my strengths while acknowledging my weaknesses. This journey of self-acceptance has allowed me to connect more deeply with others, fostering relationships built on authenticity and understanding.
Daily writing prompt
Describe one positive change you have made in your life.
I have never been a book reader. I guess I was too hyper in my growing-up years to sit down and read a book. I would sit down to read, flipping through the pages with the intention of immersing myself in the story, but soon my mind would start to wander, darting off to thoughts about my friends, games I wanted to play, and the countless adventures waiting for me outside. It was as if the words on the page were mere background noise, and although I would be physically reading, my thoughts were elsewhere, imagining scenarios far more exciting than the one right in front of me. This struggle made it challenging for me to dive into narratives, leaving me with a nagging feeling that perhaps I was missing out on something special, an entire world that captivated others while I remained outside, restless and distracted.
My brother was and still is an avid reader, known for his insatiable curiosity and love for literature. I don’t know how many thousands of books he has read, as his shelves overflow with titles ranging from classic novels to contemporary non-fiction. Every time I visit him, I am amazed at the stacks of books he has accumulated over the years, each one carrying its own unique story and insights. I am beginning to wonder if he received the reading genes that I should have received, as I find it challenging to immerse myself in books the way he does. Perhaps there is something in his nature that drives him to explore different worlds through the pages, while I often struggle to focus for even short bursts of time. It’s a mystery to me how he manages to absorb so much knowledge and enjoyment from reading, whereas my attempts often feel like fleeting moments rather than an enduring passion.
For about sixty-five years of my life, I have often been subjected to the same repetitive advice from various people, many times hearing, “Tom, you should be more like your brother, or you should be more like Johnny,” and so on and so forth. This unsolicited guidance felt like a constant echo in my mind, leading me to believe that my true self was somehow inadequate. I tried, in numerous ways, to mold myself into someone I am not, adopting the traits and behaviors that I thought would gain me approval or affection. However, this endeavor only deepened my internal conflict, creating a dissonance between who I genuinely am and who I was trying to become. In the end, this struggle to live up to others’ expectations weighed heavily on my spirit, teaching me valuable lessons about the importance of self-acceptance and authenticity.
During some private time while taking a walk around the neighborhood green belt, enjoying the fresh air and the sounds of nature, I suddenly heard a voice say to me, “Tom, stop trying to be someone else!” I looked around, scanning the area for anyone nearby who might have spoken, but there was no one in sight. The trees swayed gently in the breeze, and the sun filtered through the leaves, creating a serene atmosphere. The voice continued, “Tom, you were created to be yourself, just be yourself! Embrace your unique qualities and let go of the fear of judgment. Remember, the world needs your authentic presence; don’t hide behind a facade. Allow your true self to shine, for that is where your strength lies!”
I took this as a message I should be myself. Embracing my true identity has allowed me to break free from the constraints of societal expectations and pressures that once weighed heavily on my shoulders. Since then, I have been myself, fully accepting my quirks and imperfections, and this realization has removed an untold amount of guilt off my conscience. I no longer hold onto the fear of judgment or the desire to fit into a mold that never suited me. From now on, I am just being myself, confident in the knowledge that authenticity brings a sense of peace, connection, and purpose that I had long sought. This journey towards self-acceptance has not only transformed my inner dialogue but has also positively influenced my interactions with others, fostering deeper relationships built on honesty and openness.
I can only lament that it took me sixty-five long years to finally receive this message!
Daily writing prompt
If you could be a character from a book or film, who would you be? Why?
Yes, I am doing this for free. For over two years, I have been deeply invested in blogging here on WordPress and sharing my thoughts on another website. I have been blogging periodically since 2004. As a retiree in my eighties, this passion has become a wonderful outlet for my creativity and expression. I do not need to work any longer, as I have the comfort of living off my pensions and Social Security benefits, which provide me with a stable financial foundation. The sense of fulfillment and joy that comes from writing and connecting with others online has transformed my daily routine into a gratifying experience. I am fortunate to be able to pay the monthly bills without worry and even have a nest egg to fall back on if needed. Life has been good, filled with the beauty of reflection and the excitement of sharing stories; each post adds to a rich tapestry of memories that I get to relive and share with my readers.
Over two years ago, I had a near-death experience, a profound moment that changed my perception of life and existence. For three days, I lay in the ICU, surrounded by the sterile smell of antiseptic and the constant beeping of machines. During that time, I embarked on an introspective journey, searching for the reason why I was granted an extension of time on this earth. I pondered deeply about my life choices, the relationships I had nurtured, and the dreams I had chased. The only conclusion I arrived at was a strong desire to share my life and experiences with anyone who shows even the slightest interest in the diverse perspectives on life, death, and the myriad events that shape us. I realized that while I did not leap over tall buildings or stop speeding bullets, I have simply led an average American life filled with both struggles and joyous moments, each contributing to the person I am today. It became clear to me that the stories we carry within us hold immense value, and it is through sharing these narratives that we can connect with others, fostering understanding and compassion in an often-divided world.
If interested, visit other posts I have entered on WordPress. They cover many issues and events that reflect my journey through life. Topics such as growing up, faith and religion, my time in the army, and married life are just a few examples that I explore in depth. Each post aims to provide insights and provoke thought among readers who may find themselves navigating similar experiences. Sometime last fall, I started audio podcasts of my postings. This has become my most active section of my site, creating an interactive platform for visitors to engage with my thoughts by listening instead of reading. Feel free to check out the podcasts, as they are rich with reflections and discussions that may resonate with your own life experiences. LINK
Finally, the satisfaction I get is seeing many likes and comments on my comments about everything.
The Olympics used to be my jam, the Super Bowl of my childhood! Picture this: I’d plop myself in front of the TV, utterly captivated by athletes defying gravity, heartwarming underdog tales, and epic human victories that made my daily life feel like a lukewarm cup of coffee. It was like the world threw a giant party, showcasing how we all could transform into superheroes—at least until my couch became my permanent throne! But then, like a magician that vanished into thin air, that sparkle fizzled out for me. Now, I don’t watch the Olympics at all—and let me tell you, it’s one less reason to workout, because the only gold I’m chasing is the one in my pantry!
First off, the whole thing resembles more of a corporate circus than an authentic sporting event. Every four years (or two, if you consider the Winter Games), the International Olympic Committee (IOC) unveils a multi-billion-dollar spectacle, inundating us with a barrage of sponsorships, ads, and branding. Sure, the athletes might be breaking records, but the real winners appear to be the corporations profiting from every fleeting moment of airtime. Coca-Cola, Visa, Airbnb—you name it, their logos are plastered everywhere. It’s challenging to feel invested in a runner’s personal best when the screen is overwhelmed by a fast-food chain cashing in on their success for profit.
Then there’s the politics—ah yes, the never-ending circus! I get it—sports and geopolitics have been best buddies since forever. Who could forget those Cold War medal counts? It’s like an Olympic edition of “Survivor,” complete with boycotts and flag-waving drama. But these days, it’s like every Olympics comes with a side of propaganda fries! You’ve got the host country bulging its muscles for the cameras while athletes are dodging cultural landmines left and right. Honestly, I didn’t sign up for debates about doping scandals, national anthems, or who’s kneeling for what. I just wanted to watch someone sprint like the wind or defy gravity—not find myself in the front row of an international soap opera!
The financial implications are significant and troubling. Host cities invest billions in the construction of stadiums and related infrastructure, only for a substantial portion of that investment to deteriorate following the closing ceremony. The situation in Rio 2016 serves as a stark example—venues now lie in disrepair and the local economy is in a worse position than it was prior to the Games. Similarly, Athens 2004 continues to display abandoned facilities that detract from the urban landscape. Meanwhile, the International Olympic Committee enjoys substantial revenue while taxpayers bear the financial burden, all for what ultimately amounts to two weeks of entertainment. It is difficult to support an athlete when the event appears to be primarily a financial drain that benefits a select few at the top.
And don’t get me started on the coverage! It’s like a never-ending soap opera about an athlete’s sick grandma or their childhood pet hamster that somehow took center stage. Seriously, folks, I don’t need a 10-minute tearjerker about a swimmer’s pet turtle to care about the 100-meter freestyle—just let me see the splashy action! The commentators dissect every single move like they’re analyzing a Shakespearean play, and the replays are so slow that I forget if I’m watching a race or a slow-mo audition for a dramatic documentary. It’s like trying to enjoy a roller coaster while someone keeps hitting the pause button—exhausting!
Finally, there exists a profound hypocrisy. The Olympics proclaim values of “unity” and “peace,” yet the reality is far more complex. Persistent doping violations, corruption scandals within the IOC, and athletes from economically disadvantaged nations who receive little opportunity due to insufficient funding—all contribute to a system that is fundamentally inequitable, masquerading as a meritocracy. I find greater value in observing a local track meet, where the stakes are tangible and the competition is less compromised.
So yeah, I’m outta here! I’ll just grab the highlights on my burner phone if something crazy goes down, but plopping myself in front of the overcooked, flashy Olympic circus? No thanks! I’d rather spend my precious time watching classic movies that don’t feel like a constant sales pitch for a one-hit-wonder or a glittery new toaster.
Daily writing prompt
What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?
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