Everything I read about wellness indicates it’s good to attend to the topics that trend in the reel to reel of verbal muzak playing constantly behind the scenes of my life.  It’s written that introspection is healthy, interesting, and enlightening.  And that one may then choose to address the topic, perhaps even to eradicate it from the playlist.

 In considering some of my most popular mental tunes, I wondered whether it really mattered if I attended to them.  Some of the lyrics are about actions or situations that are antique, long past the window of opportunity to actually change them, and some of the topics are so small as to be insignificant.  Aren’t they?

I like to think I’m functioning fairly well overall. (Clearly my denial mechanism is strong!)  Does it really matter if I ignore the little stuff?  How much difference can it make if I just let it remain in the ever-playing loop?  Then, I thought of an oyster.  A grain of sand sneaks in and the process begins to cover it up.  Eventually layer after layer of hardness develops to wire around the teeny tiny irritant. 

I’m pretty sure the hard spots in my psyche aren’t nearly as lustrous and beautiful as a pearl.  Instead they’re like little lead weights that tether me.  So, I’m turning up the spotlight to illuminate even those tiny tunes on the internal muzak.  I may not be able to edit them all away, but I can keep it up until the play list is a top ten instead of a top twenty.

Mini Rant

When did people stop knowing the difference between “loose” and “lose”? I’m not a grammar Nazi, even though I do tell the granddog to, “Go lie down,” and one of my top choices for my epitaph is “Her children knew the difference between your and you’re.” But lately I am astounded by how often people write about how difficult it is to “loose” someone dear, or how in their frustration they are about to “loose” it, or how they hope their kid’s team doesn’t “loose” their game.

Really? How does one get out of high school not knowing the difference between, and appropriate usage of, loose and lose? Forget high school, how about 6th grade? I’m thinking if I tell them all I’m about to loose the fury I feel about the misusage, they’re just going to think I’m over it.

(It’s taking all the restraint I can muster not to start on to and too, but that might keep me up all night.)

There are tons of things I’ve forgotten from English class. I’m about as likely to identify a diphthong as I am to wear the other kind, but these are very basic words we use (or misuse) EVERY SINGLE DAY! I’m convinced this is not an indication of lack of intelligence, but of lack of attention, so I’m doing my part to raise awareness. Some people do fundraising walks to help cure disease; I do free blogs to calm my unease. Rant over.