Thoughts from A Noticer

Yes, a noticer. . .and that is a person who notices - things, people, situations, and perspectives that others seem to miss. That's the premise behind Andy Andrew's book of the same name, The Noticer. I guess there are things that I could have and should have noticed a little sooner and maybe a little more often to boot. Didn't do it; I allowed experience, my own and no one else's, dictate what could have and should have been noticed. I sacrificed three friendly relationships in the process and considering the logistics of all this stuff, "sacrificed" is where all of this is going to stay.

One of the points this book makes is that life offers opportunities and encourgements. You only have encouragements as the opportunity presents itself, Andrews points out eloquently, and for that to happen, you have to be the kind of person that other people want to be around. I'm usually that person without any difficulty, but here awhile back I got into that (I thought) infrequent disagreeable mode where I acted and spoke before thinking. I know, other people do it all the time, but I am not other people, and I have to account for what I, not other folks, do. And this time I screwed the process up royally.

I think of what I lost a lot. Three people (and more pehaps) that know one side of me, a disagreeable and inhospitable side that no one should ever have to know or endure. I'm truly sorry for it and Self tells me that this whole affair backfired and left me with the noose around my neck, and everyone within a few mile radius heading for the hills. I've only myself to blame.

All hope is not lost. I can and will pick myself up from personal disappointment and move ahead. I have vowed no one ever need see this side of me again. Hopefully they won't.