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Epiphany: [ih-pifuh-nee]

:noun, plural epiphanies.

:a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.

This is a short meandering little blurb about nothing much..

Epiphanies are something I’ve given a lot of thought to over the years because I’ve had a few.  They have been simple ones that really only relate to me and my views of the world. I’ve had a few that revealed a truth that I wasn’t aware of or perhaps didn’t want to be aware of. The physical reaction to my epiphanies is what makes me realize that I am, in fact, experiencing an epiphany. For me it is like a zap of electricity that runs through me and centers in my stomach then sits there like a rock. An undeniable truth. That is how the serious ones hit me. I’ve had a few very non serious ones. Often these epiphanies are solutions to a problem that I’ve been puzzling over. I suppose some would call those an eureka  moment. I call them little epiphanies.

I’ve had a couple of little epiphanies in the last few weeks. A rather odd one was where it hit me just out of the blue that my printer would not print white. I think I was making beds at the time then pow, instant printer knowledge. I know that that fact is probably common knowledge around the world but it wasn’t to me. I’ve always viewed a printer as an office tool, now I see it as a very fun crafting tool. Yes, I know that it is a bit of a stretch to call that an epiphany, little or otherwise but… my blog my rules. Get yer own blog!

The second one was about growing older. I’ve been eyeing my 61 birthday advancing on me at a rather alarming rate. As I watch it’s advance I’ve been wondering when one becomes Old. When I was a kid 60 plus was viewed as ancient. Now I don’t feel that way. Most days. I do know that the ‘me’ looking out through my eyes is not as old as the packaging those eyes are attached to. Sometimes I will unexpectedly catch my reflection and the person looking back startles me.

I’ve changed so much.

Which brings me to my other little epiphany. I think most of you at some time in your life have found yourself thinking or saying ‘He sure is a grumpy old man” or “What a miserable old woman”.  I know I did. I often wondered why getting old did that to people because it had to be some physical or mental change that brought it on. Well having reached a point of some kind of ‘oldness’, I now know physical age has nothing to do with it. It is the experiences on the journey to being old that does it. Of politely putting up with too much crap. Of politely listening to too many people demanding your time or your money.

I was raised by my family to be polite. I spent years in retail where you were always polite no matter how obnoxious the customer was being. It was as impossible for me to hang up on someone being rude to me on the phone as it would be for me to pull off my own arm. I had years of programming preventing me from being anything but polite.

I have changed.

I hang up on sales people before they have said three words. I shut the door in the faces of religious solicitors. I have stopped using the word sorry unless something is actually my fault. That last one was hard. Starting a sentence with “I’m sorry…” was a very bad habit of mine. So now I know why old people are rude or grumpy. They are that way because they have been dealing with garbage for a very long time and they have simply had enough.

I know I have.

P.S. Before writing this I had no clue how to spell epiphany. I’ve got it down pat now.








One thought on “Epiphanies..

    Sharon said:
    February 12, 2016 at 4:52 PM

    That is quite the blog Susan
    Age is just a number–beside 60 is the new 50
    I am 71 which is the new 60–heehee

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