Actions vs Words

There is a very old saying, "actions speak louder than words". Many of us oft hear this quote when we are young. Parents, teachers, preachers, et al repeat this ad infinitum. Lately, this saying has been truer than ever before in my life. My good friend Anthony used to tell me "People treat you the way you train them to". His wisdom of words I held to heart, and it has helped guide me through some tougher times in life. I don't know if I ever thanked him for this, but I hope I have. I digress. The past two months have been filled with change. After four years my relationship with my partner has ended; I've taken up the purchase of a condominium (my first homeownership experience); I've received great accolades at work; and I've begun to better understand the actions vs words axiom. To best illustrate, I'll simply break down a few recent events and indicate where both actions and words are important. Purchasing my first residence:

• Words: Over the past ten years I've simply told myself that I could not make this happen due to the specter of my credit score and past mistakes. I would tell my friends the same thing, along with other excuses. I never even tried to make it work.
• Actions: In late November, I met someone that would be a catalyst for much change in my life. This 20-something has accomplished much in his life, mostly due to action, and this made me make an assessment of my own life, that had been filled with in-action. He did nothing proactively but getting to know him stimulated an age old feeling I've had that my life has been a series of wasted talent. So it was time to take action. I came home, filled out an on-line application and now, December 27th, about 1 month later, I'm settling on a condo.

Friendship: 7/27/2022 - unfinished

Much Ado About... Well Everything!

Greetings my friends! Please forgive me as it has been quite some time since my last posting. This posting will appear rather random and casual as I am currently enjoying a lovely bottle of wine and the chill of a lovely autumn evening. I'm going to start with today. Today was one of those lovely autumn days where a sky of gossamer clouds against a cerulean sky competed jealously for my attention with the leaves in their lovely shades of crimson, amber, and gold. The trees have begun their transmogrification that occurs once yearly during this wonderful season. This to me, was a fitting time to put parentheses around the past few years as they have unfolded.

So Much, So Fast

I have been trying to find the correct words to properly express the events of the last six months. Honestly, they have been a phantasmagoria, leaving me in a state of torpor from which I felt no escape.

March was perhaps the worst of times as my mother, after a well-concealed relapse of cancer, died suddenly one Sunday evening. I'm not yet prepared to entertain the details of her last days, as I'm not just beginning my own grieving process, but I can say that she had her family and friends close by and passed in a dignified manner befitting of my mother.

Soon thereafter, due in part to some rather clever planning on my mother's part, I was able to have a great housewarming. I had about thirty friends in attendance, and it was an overall success. I wish again to thank all who were in attendance! Mostly, I really need to tip my hat to my friends that helped me make my new domicile liveable. Your dedication enabled the vivification of my spirits so soon after the passing of my mother.

Mea Culpa

I have been spending much of my supine time taking stock of myself. In the past ten months I experience three of life's most stressful events: the break-up of my relationship of four years; moving to a new residence; and the passing of a loved one.