Thinking too much

“Not everyone wants to think as much as you do.”, were wise words my sister told me years ago. It’s true. It helped me broaden my perspective of others. Although most people know I love a good party, it was the reason in my 20s, I had a difficulty engaging with people, whose conversation, didn’t seem to go deeper than their favorite beer or the latest joke. Over the years I learned to lighten up, enjoy the frivolous as much as the deep, become less restrictive. These days I can find myself needing the frivolity, not languishing in the deepness as much. Maybe there comes a time when one has exhausted the serious or is exhausted from the weight of the seriousness. I am just entering true aged-ness so it’s new territory.

As I review my own posts, I am reminded of my sister’s, words and the fact it would be useful to spend more time creating the lighter parts of my journaling. I think I will begin to dog ear those pages that have shown my joy.