Sunday, June 16, 2019

20190616 SAVERS for SUNDAY, FATHER'S DAY

SILENCE

Tried it for 60 seconds.  Sorta did it.

AFFIRMATIONS


  1. I, Ken Taylor, am a loving, knowledgeable and professional philanthropic foundation administrator.
  2. I, Ken Taylor, am a loving, knowledgeable and professional philanthropic foundation administrator.
  3. I, Ken Taylor, am a loving, knowledgeable and professional philanthropic foundation administrator.
Also said aloud for 60 seconds.

VISUALIZATION

I AM A SAFE AND COURTEOUS DRIVER.

EXERCISE
Did my full base-70 routine for a Sunday:

  1. ankle/wrist circles 70
  2. toe/finger stretches 70
  3. bicycle crunches 70
  4. shoulder rolls 70
  5. inversion table 3 70-second sets
  6. squats 35
  7. push-ups 35
(YAY!)

READING, WRITING

Read for 60 seconds in SAPIENS by Yuval Noah Harari.  He says the Agricultural Revolution brought an increased concern among Sapiens for the future.  Since they now relied on farming (of grain AND animals), they necessarily had to be more and more concerned about the welfare of their crops into the remainder of the current season, the next season, and beyond.

This is an interesting observation.  Sapiens changed their mindset from "what about today" to "what about this week, this month, this year, next year," along with "what about droughts, pestilence, etc."

Harari is apparently setting the stage for the sorry state of affairs for Sapien farmers as the AR progressed.  He has never mentioned the possible "middle class" or "wealthy class" of the AR Sapien groups/villages....  He has only referred to them as "farmers," until this reading.

Now he's calling them "peasants."  Interesting.

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I'm trying to guard against general old-age bitterness and crusty criticism.  But I'm also still evolving in my critical thinking skills.  So...... what should I do?  I'm guessing I should refrain from being too "old-age bitter," too "crusty critical," and keep evidence of such to a minimum, especially when I'm around my family & friends.

But today is Father's Day.  Here are 2 reactions to what has happened thus far.  I'll start with the "crusty critic response," and follow that by the "loving appreciative response."

A)  The "Crusty Critic Response"
When I was young, my Dad was celebrated on Father's Day with a cake, cards and being treated to things like breakfast in bed, etc.  His birthday (June 17) was also celebrated in like manner, in spite of the fact that it was often only a day or two different.  We children and Mom would not allow that to minimize the celebration of each way we could honor our Dad.

I'd often make my own greeting card for him, and ALWAYS give him sensitive and thoughtful messages about how appreciative I was to have him as a father in my life.

WHERE THE HELL ARE MY KIDS ON FATHER'S DAY????

No call ahead to see what I might be doing.  No gift.  Not even a card.  When they "have time" they send me a text.  If I'm lucky, I get a call.

And later, I'm guessing I'll find out that they went to Rodney's parents' house to celebrate PAUL on Father's Day.  He gets a visit (likely with cards, etc.), and I get a text message.

Sheesh!  I must not be all that good of a father/grandfather for my family.

B)  The "Loving Appreciative Response"
My kids each have young families, and demanding kids.  They also are fathers.  They tell me throughout each year that I'm a good father/grandfather, better than many they know about.

If they take the time to text or call, I will be very glad I got a message from them.  I love them, and they love me.  What more can we add to that?

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What often bothers me in my life is that I am both a "natural" person and a "disciplined" person.  My natural response to Father's Day as celebrated by my children is A) the "crusty critic response."  And I HATE that this is so.  So over the years, I've tried to change it.

As I've tried to change it, I've invariably asked, "WHY must I be like this???"  There is no answer evident to me.  I might have inherited it from family.  I might have learned it from environment & society.

But I still don't like it, and I'm still trying to change it.  AT 68 YEARS OF AGE!!!!!!!

*sigh*

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