Oh, let's say you had a situation and you did the pros and cons to make an unemotional decision as to what course of action you should take. You list your pros. You list your cons. You sugar-coat the cons so the sting doesn't seem quite so bad.
You come up with a decision...oftentimes justifying the outcome if it leans towards impractical. Such is my case...I made a decision, then someone threw in the proverbial 'monkey wrench!' Oh, well, I will 'pros and cons' again and find a way to brainwash myself into believing the cons aren't so bad. I really want my situation MY WAY...
Know what I'm talking about??? If you have experienced 'mid-life crisis' I've no doubt you have an inkling. Even younger people must sometimes choose between actions/decisions that are responsible or risky. I just think with age comes the more life-satisfying situations that can mean the difference between work and play.
Would you like to share your pros and cons process and how you justify making sometimes impractical decisions...
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As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.
By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...
...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.
Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.
I welcome you.
Though you may or may not be entertained by my thoughts, it is for MYSELF that I pen a blog.
As a writer, I enjoy expressing myself.
When I write long romance novels, I am inside my head so much, I forget to focus on reality.
By writing once and a while on my blog, when the mood hits me, I have the freedom to come and go.
To pull up a chair and order lemonade or an ice cream sundae.
To either gobble it down, or eat it ever so slowly...
...until it melts into a concoction that resembles mushy milk.
Pull up a chair! Have a read. I hope you enjoy it.
I do...and that's what really matters.
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