I forgot I had this blog. I stumbled across some notes about it in a journal and was reminded not only that I have a blog, but of why I journal. Sometimes I feel I can't remember anything. Brain getting old? Stress? Consequence of dopamine addiction? Who is to say?
While we here, let me tell you a little about myself as I stand today:
I've reached that age in life where one starts to feel very comfortable with the things they like.
I hope this doesn't make me rigid. I try to keep my mind flexible and curious. I try to listen to "the kids these days" instead of just chasing them off my lawn.
This is what I am thinking about: I will share my thoughts through artifacts of my life. Trinkets and tools that hold meaning. This could turn into anything from product reviews to ramblings to YouTube recommendations.
I am at a coffee shop. I didn't plan this, so I will find something in my bag to type about... Hmm... what do I have in here...
It's a wrist watch, but I had it in my bag. I don't always like the feel of things on my wrist. So I keep a wrist watch in my bag.
It is not a fancy watch. I appreciate it for what does for me. It lets me check the time without looking at my phone. I like the reduced distractions. That is why I went analog for my time keeper. No notifications. No neglected texts or voicemails.
I wear this mostly when I go fishing so I can keep tabs on time without my phone. It gives me a warm feeling. A feeling adjacent to freedom because I wear it mostly when I am going out to stand waist-deep in the river, casting flies and watching them drift.
When I wear this watch I often see otters and beavers swimming, deer drinking, and osprey or eagles circling above. I wear it when I breathe deep and stop worrying.
I appreciate that this watch is not a reminder of time slipping away, but a player in my restoration.
- Ben Jones