What Matters Now

Hi. I have just spent a half an hour reading a free e-book. Hint: Don't print it. Read it. My analysis: about 5 of the pages were A-M-A-Z-I-N-G, about 70 were great, and about 5 I skimmed and let go.

Personal development comes from investing some time in reading, learning, doing new things, and sharing ideas.

I'm sharing this. What Matters Now. WLC.

I am not a Geek... but, check this out.

Hi. My dad is a self-confessed geek. Whether or not I qualify depends on your own opinion. I don't classify myself as a geek. :)

This might change your mind.

The image on the right is a Mandlebrot. No matter how far you zoom in (well, there is probably a limit - this example does loop), the image always has detail. It's a mathmatical formula. How does it work? What is the formula?

Who cares?

And that's why I'm not a geek.

Enjoy! WLC.

P.S. My dad sent a 3 dimensional version to me. I couldn't quite get my head around that one.... Definite geek work.

Feeling A Little Bit Soppy

A friend of mine just forwarded one of those emails you want to forward to others. But after my last fiasco (though I did get a few really good recipes), I've decided that I won't forward on any emails like that anymore. I'll filter strongly for the ones I like and post them here when the urge strikes me.

The urge strikes me for this one. I'd like to dedicate it to my friend, Eliana, who called me last night to let me know that her mother had passed away. I'd also like to dedicate it to my parents, who I am lucky to enjoy time with, to talk to on the phone, to Skype with on the computer, to hug, and to hold.

This life of ours won't last forever, but I'll come back to this posting whenever I need a reminder of what is important.

I'd dedicate it to Erma Bombeck, but that'd be redundant... she wrote it. I miss you, Erma.

Someone asked me the other day if I had my life to live over would I change anything.

My answer was no, but then I thought about it and changed my mind.

If I had my life to live over again I would have waxed less and listened more.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, I'd have cherished every minute of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten popcorn in the "good" living room and worried less about the dirt when you lit the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would have burnt the pink candle that was sculptured like a rose before it melted while being stored.

I would have sat cross-legged on the lawn with my children and never worried about grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television ... and more while watching real life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband which I took for granted.

I would have eaten less cottage cheese and more ice cream.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick, instead of pretending the Earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for a day.

I would never have bought ANYTHING just because it was practical/wouldn't show soil/ guaranteed to last a lifetime.

When my child kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now, go get washed up for dinner."

There would have been more I love yous ... more I'm sorrys ... more I'm listenings ... but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute of it ... look at it and really see it ... try it on ... live it ... exhaust it ... and never give that minute back until there was nothing left of it.

Erma penned "If I Had My Life to Live Over" in 1979 at age 52. She died in 1996 at the age of 69. According to Snopes, "She didn't write it as cancer was about to sweep her into the afterlife." I'm glad she was smart enough to know these things without that burden. I hope we all are.

My friend Lisa would have said... dance like no one is watching....

Live well! Love, WLC.