Overconvenience, Overstimulation

  The morning is cold, cold may be an understatement.  The morning is frigid, harsh, and unrelenting, it’s bitter cold, not crisp and refreshing.  The wind bites and slices like razor blades, yet the skin remains unmarked.  Words and thoughts can be the same, cutting deep and leaving no visible trace of the damage done.  Once things are done, they can not be undone, and once some things have been said the words take seed and grow like weeds in someone’s mind.  Our own self-doubt nourishes the weeds and so a cycle begins of weeding and growing because we never quite figure out how to pull them from the roots and rid ourselves from them forever.  If someone’s words can do that to us, then our words can do that to others.  That’s why it is so important to not speak words of anger and frustration easily because no matter how many apologies happen the seed is now planted and the weeds will grow.

The winter months can provide the perfect storm to fall into a cold self-reflection. Most of us take refuge indoors and the days are dark for longer. It makes it all too easy to tuck into a soft warm place like a bed and sleep for some a little too much and for others, it’s in an attempt to gain sleep that one can not seem to get during designated hours. One wonders if our ancestors also suffered from seasonal depression, but truthfully they didn’t have that luxury, they were busy surviving. They didn’t have as much downtime, strange we think of ourselves as busy and view their time as having been more simple and happier. It wasn’t simple though, it was hard and they too even without jobs as we have them now, worked too with little time to just exist. We love to romanticize the past and how much better we feel different would be. I would be willing to bet that many of your ancestors would trade off on the hard work you do today for the convenience that you have. The problem may be for us that we have now reached an oversaturation of convenience and distraction.


Published by izzysconfessions

I was born and raised in the smallest of towns in Southwest Virginia. A town that is extraordinarily active, yet a town that is like it's very own little mini Bible belt. My dad was Baptist, my mom pentecostal, and I'm paranormal. I would venture to say it is somewhat of a family trait. One that is met with equal acceptance and curiosity as much as it is met with skepticism. Individually and collectively so much has been experienced and witnessed at times to such a degree that one might wonder how on earth there is room for doubt. I dont have all the answers, I do not have it all figured out. Im as human as everyone else relying heavily many mornings on a lot of coffee and a little Jesus. In fact, I can't decide what I want for dinner most days. One constant is I cannot go a single day without chocolate. Pour a cup of coffee, or a little tea and whiskey and join me in my confessions of a haunted freak.

11 thoughts on “Overconvenience, Overstimulation

  1. There is an art to traversing the winter months that I haven’t found yet. Has something to do with getting that rest we need, but meeting the needs of our jobs and families at the same time.
    As for convenience, as Leo says in Don’t Look Up, “We really did have it all didn’t we?” Prompted by a comment about having expensive coffee stocked in the house. I mean, people, we have coffee! Like how refined does it need to be?
    I digest…

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    1. Right? We so have it all in so many ways. That movie didn’t get great reviews, I enjoyed it, it was a blunt honest truth of how we live. We have coffee and chocolates from all over the world, worldly cuisines just down the streets.

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      1. When I’m in nature I often think to myself, “What would I eat…Here??🧐 In the Wild. Squirrels, dirty roots, maybe some bitter fruit. It would suck! The difference is incredible. What’s your favorite foreign cuisine / dish?


      2. Gosh, I love food lol I love trying new foods. I enjoy so many things, I love love love some good Japanese hibachi chicken makes me pretty happy 😂. There was an old teahouse in Port Gamble I loved so much the high tea was wonderful but those handmade truffles were to die for. Snow monkey plum tea, cranberry pecan scones, and spicy Mayan chocolate truffles, finger sandwiches, and fruit in three kinds of chocolate fondue

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  2. Starting is like prospecting for rare materials. You plan, You look around, but sooner or later you just gotta pick up the axe and start chipping away. Chip chip. A little at a time until you find your first Diamond. The fun begins!

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