Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt word for today is ‘reason’. Featured image by Andri Tegar Mahardika on Pixabay.com
To be engaged in doing something meaningful to you.
A big part of your identity.
I think I spent about half my adult life working full and part time in paid employment. The other half was unpaid, which included being a stay at home parent and now a caregiver.
It was an adjustment for me and my identity when I stopped working in paid positions, when I was retired. Do we think more of ourselves when we have a job title or career, when we are being paid for our work? Then when it’s gone are we less than?
We find ourselves saying I was a this or that, in my prior life. It can be a big part of our self-worth.
And things are changing so quickly now. Many people have found it hard to find full-time employment and many are doing gig work to make enough money. Health benefits disappearing.
And here comes AI. It is predicted that the machines will take over many jobs, eventually could be all jobs. I heard Bill Gates saying on You Tube that the solution may be to let humans keep doing some of the jobs, at least for a while.
Humans will have to re-envision their lives.
Do you ever feel like you living in a science fiction movie?
Featured image Industrial Workers of the World Labor Day Picnic, Oakland, California, 1939 image from University of Washington Libraries Labor Archives of Washington State University via Wikemedia.org
A good night’s sleep is a rare treat these days. We are told, at my age, we need 7-8 hours of sleep per night. The sleep I get is broken. If I at least get blocks of 3-4 hours together, and get into some REM sleep, I feel I am doing good.
If you have had children, you can remember disrupted sleep, sometimes for years, when your kids were little. Now the causes for me are different but the results are the same.
Lots of brain fog.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is hosted by Linda G Hill. The prompt for today is ‘sleep’. Featured image by Tyli jura via Pixabay.com
I came across a film on Netflix, ‘Midwinter Break.’ I was attracted initially by the lead actors, Ciaran Hinds and Lesley Manville. The brief description given was it was about a couple who discover cracks in their relationship on a trip to Amsterdam. I wasn’t looking for a story about marital discord but decided to take a chance.
The film covered some interesting themes and history. ( Spoiler alert if you want to see the film). It begins in Scotland during Christmas. The couple are empty nesters and expats from Ireland. The wife, Stella, is a religious Catholic and the husband, Gerry, an atheist. Stella plans a surprise trip to Amsterdam as a Christmas present for him.
It turns out she has another motive for going to Amsterdam other than a vacation. We are introduced through flashbacks to an earlier very traumatic event in their lives that caused them to leave Ireland. Stella was randomly shot in Belfast during an outbreak of violence. She was in a late stage of pregnancy at the time. As she lay on the ground not knowing if she or her baby would survive, she made a promise that if God would save her baby she would devote her life to Him. This to me was a ‘foxhole’ promise. A promise people make when in severe crisis or life-threatening circumstances. Stella had always felt guilty for not fulfilling her promise. She feels like she should follow through with it now. She never tells her husband anything about it other than she always considered her baby’s survival a miracle, divine intervention.
Stella goes to Amsterdam to visit a historic monastic community for single women, Begijnhof, and secretly thinks of joining it. She does eventually tell her husband she wants to separate from him but does not tell him the whole story.
Gerry is bewildered by Stella’s sudden change. A sign of his unhappiness is his drinking. He also has had his own losses which he tells a stranger about in Amsterdam. He had lost a promising career as an architect when the business was destroyed in a fire during the violence in Ireland.
Gerry won’t give up on Stella that easily. She feels like he is not taking her seriously when she has told him how unhappy and dissatisfied she has been. She says he does not respect her religious beliefs. But she is not honest with him about what is really motivating her to want to make these drastic changes. She never tells him in the film but we learn of it when she tells a woman she meets who lives in the Begijnhof community. Stella says she has never told anyone.
Stella comes to find out through the woman that the monastic community no longer exists as it did in the past. The housing is still for single women but not related to religion.
Gerry tells Stella he never saw her and their baby’s survival as a miracle but that she, Stella, was his miracle. He is devoted to her. In the end Stella appears to be moved by his declaration and they stay together.
I thought if only she had discussed her conflict with a priest or counselor they might have helped her find a way of resolving it. She could have explained it to her husband.
A big part of marriage is navigating the differences that exist between you.
Writer’s Workshop is hosted by John Holton. One of today’s prompts is ‘What does marriage mean to you?’ Featured image by BiancaVanDijk on Pixabay.com
Who can say for sure how much or if any thing in our lives is predestined. Sometimes when I am feeling drained by challenges, I wonder what did I ever do to deserve this? Is the bad karma because we were the worst people in a prior life? I don’t know. I think I don’t really believe in that.
Or is it that we want to feel like we are in control of our lives. I can say from my experience that we are not in control of everything. I have had choices and opportunities and thought I was making the best choices at various times of my life.
I also know that things can happen to us that we did not expect or choose and the choice we have then is how we move forward.
Have I used AI in my writing? In the past I tried GrammarlyR and the WordPress editor program. My computer gives me spell-check hints with a squiggly line under mis-spelled words. I don’t think these editing aides are AI. I think the closet to AI type assistance was GrammarlyR. But, although grammatically correct, I decided I did not like it. I want to write in my own style and way with words. It may not be for everybody but I want my writing to be in my own voice.
I have started to run into AI on my Google searches and with the customer service departments of various companies. It does feel a bit strange and new. The AI has a more natural expression than the old customer service robots. The Google AI search responses summarize a lot of info and has a section where I can engage with the program with more focused queries which is interesting and kind of spooky too. It feels like I am interacting with an entity.
The AI entity offered to provide strategies that I could use with the word puzzle games I like to do online. I told the entity that I would think about it. But I know I am inclined to resist using the suggestions because like with my writing I want to use my own brain.
This post is for Writer’s Workshop hosted by John Holton. A prompt for this week ‘Do you use Artificial Intelligence for anything? Have you ever used it to write a blog post? What is your opinion of it?’
Freeing up my creative juices a bit on a rainy Saturday. An atmospheric river is running by Southern California and we are getting a light sprinkling here in the desert so far this morning.
It feels hard to start writing. Has it really been a year since I have written on my blog? I got notices that fees were due to keep the blog open and I would think of closing it down. But I was not ready end it. I thought I might write again.
I love this image of the mailboxes, the different shapes and colors. If I had a mailbox like this I would love getting letters even more than I do now.
Exercising my writing muscles. Definitely feeling rusty and lethargic. Sleep deprivation could be a contributing factor. More on that later.
How are you all doing on your journey through life? Are you driving, or taking an Uber? Are you being swept along in strong currents? Do you have a sturdy craft or at least a good life jacket? I feel like I barely have floaties lately. Maybe only one floatie.
Well, this is a fine kettle of fish or should I say bucket of tadpoles. I thought if I kissed the frog he would turn into a prince. Instead, what happened is I turned into a frog as well. What do I do now? My Frog Prince friend is no help at all. All he says is ‘ribbit.’ What will become of me? Am I going to spend the rest of my life dining on flies? Ugh! What can be done to reverse the spell? Wait a minute. If I kissed a frog and turned into a frog, if I kiss a human…
I have to admit that I was pretty grossed out when you kissed me. But now when I see what a lovely woman you are I have to say, ‘Will you marry me and be mine forever? Don’t make me wait. What is your answer?’