Since I have had trouble finding the right topic for my blog, I decided to do some random rambling.  I am 69, as of yesterday, and on the cusp of a new decade in my life.  So, what does that mean?  Well, for one thing, I ramble randomly more than ever before.  I do this in my writing, my conversations, in dealing with others, and continuously in my thoughts.

In thinking about this, I realize that I have always had a lot of trouble keeping on point in my conversations with others.  My thoughts ramble constantly through my brain and I often confuse myself as to where I am going.  But it’s the fact that they ramble so randomly that causes me a great deal of stress.  I don’t want to annoy others, though I fear I do this sometimes.  In fact, when I asked a friend of mine if it bothered her, she said that it was just the way I was, and it didn’t bother her.  Her husband however, did not find it very easy to follow.  I think I confused him and wore him out.  I am not happy about that at all.

That is not to say that it is a totally useless, hopeless activity.  Even though it often confuses me, there are also many benefits to this exercise.  It is akin to brainstorming with myself.  It can be a way of problem-solving because I can often find different ways of approaching an issue.  Therefore, to me, it can be a problem-solving technique.  I prefer that definition.  I am a problem solver.  Yes, I like that term.

It can also be amusing to other people.  That makes me happy.  My grandchildren think I am funny when I act in a rambling way, by changing topics when I see something interesting in the middle of a sentence.  My son, when he was a teenager used to sing a little song he made up entitled, “Random Woman,” when I would jump off topic.

But, most of all, I think that it may just be a character trait and something that is inherently in my being.  I can try to tame it.  I suppose I really should try to control it more.  I just find it so difficult because I don’t realize I am doing it a lot of the time.  After I have done it, I recognise that I did it, and then it’s too late.

I am fortunate that I still have so many people in my life that put up with me and love or like me anyway.  I am blessed to have family and friends who care for me and even enjoy me in my life.  That is very good for me, because  I fear that change on my part will not be likely to happen.  So, to all my family and friends, I say “Thank you” for putting up with my random ramblings.  You are gifts from God, valuable beyond measure.

With all my Love, 

Lora