The Easier, Softer Way
In the 80’s, my boss told me I didn’t think the way he did. I think he meant it as an insult.  It’s probably why I’m no longer marketing manager of Alpo Dry Dogfood. Much as I miss the Labrador and beagle puppies at Alpo’s Pet Care center, it’s probably for the best that I no longer work there.
I’m a little bit like those dogs, sniffing out the unfamiliar, and enthusiastically wanting to report on it.
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This is my first foray into blogging. In recent years, I, along with most everyone I know, have wended my way through lots of new technology—most recently a new smart phone, which is clearly smarter than I am. Â
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As I am introduced to each new tool, I vehemently resist. I’ll never be able to learn it. It’s not necessary. It costs too much. It’ll be obsolete before long. But once I realize I’ll save time and energy, laziness triumphs.Â
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On my daily walks, I find many new trails, and marvel at all the different ways to get from here to there and back. I have never had a sense of direction. My GPS is my best friend. A new path is an invitation to get lost. But curiosity wins out, (especially if my husband, Oliver, who was born with a GPS in his brain, initiates the exploration). Perhaps there will be a beautiful mountain vista around the corner or a deer, or a jackrabbit.Â
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Some say a sense of direction can be cultivated.  But life continues to offer the unexpected, even if I think I know where I’m going. I’m always looking for easier ways to surf life’s vicissitudes, and hope you’ll be able to benefit from my forays.