Blog Summary
Thoughts and Musings
2021 - Present
How do we cope when our bodies and minds aren’t what they were? How do we find purpose in life? Is adventure still on the horizon? Can we cope much less thrive in today’s chaotic environement? How might adventure change as we sprout wrinkles?
-
Adventuring
- Jun 20, 2023 Must an Adventure be Extreme?
- Apr 15, 2022 Adventure finds you when least expected
- Nov 2, 2021 Marooned in Memphis
- Oct 10, 2021 Why Girl Scouts?
- Dec 29, 2020 When will it end?
-
Commentary
- Jul 18, 2023 AI is not the Monster, is it?
- Jul 1, 2023 Zooming with Ukrainians
- Jun 20, 2023 Must an Adventure be Extreme?
- May 15, 2022 Missed Rebellion
- Feb 23, 2022 Alone and Inbetween
- Jan 17, 2022 Troubling Times
- Dec 23, 2021 Holiday Cards
- Dec 16, 2021 It’s not about me at Christmas
- Nov 27, 2021 Opera is not dead
- Nov 2, 2021 Marooned in Memphis
- Oct 19, 2021 Art Fights Gun Violence
- Jul 3, 2021 Humbled and Renewed
- Jun 26, 2021 Buckshot not Bullets
- May 28, 2021 Dog Sitting
- Apr 28, 2021 Assumptions are Stupid
- Apr 22, 2021 First Kiss
- Mar 19, 2021 Messing with Meditation
- Feb 25, 2021 What’s in a Nickname?
- Feb 18, 2021 Confinement Messes with the Mind
- Feb 12, 2021 Breadth or depth?
-
Medical Adventure
- Jun 11, 2023 Spine Surgery Epilogue
- Jun 4, 2023 Pushing too hard almost defeated me…
- May 30, 2023 A Step in the Wrong Direction
- May 21, 2023 No Bending, Lifting, Twisting
- May 16, 2023 Creeping Disabling Pain Got Me
- May 21, 2021 Pretzel Pain
-
On Ageing
- Jun 7, 2022 Wise or Just Old?
- Nov 17, 2021 Memory on My Mind
- May 21, 2021 Pretzel Pain
- Apr 12, 2021 Pandemic Isolation Thwarted
-
On Writing
- May 8, 2023 Pandemic Stress
- May 16, 2022 They liked it!
- Feb 23, 2022 Alone and Inbetween
- Feb 10, 2022 Rabbit Hole
- Oct 24, 2021 Fiction vs. Memoir
- Jun 26, 2021 Buckshot not Bullets
- Jun 19, 2021 Claustrophobia
- Apr 5, 2021 Ode to Southern Writers
- Mar 25, 2021 Criticism - Gift or Fault Finding?
- Mar 19, 2021 Messing with Meditation
- Mar 5, 2021 When writing ‘what you know’ is not enough
- Apr 22, 2020 The Writing Life
-
Pandemic
- May 8, 2023 Pandemic Stress
- Jun 19, 2021 Claustrophobia
- Apr 12, 2021 Pandemic Isolation Thwarted
- Feb 18, 2021 Confinement Messes with the Mind
- Dec 29, 2020 When will it end?
Buckshot not Bullets
"There is no silver bullet—there is silver buckshot" is the biggest lesson in the June 24, 2021, New Yorker Climate Crisis Newsletter. Wow! What a refreshing and simple language for solving problems. And, the more complex the problem, the more important buckshot becomes.
"There is no silver bullet—there is silver buckshot" is the biggest lesson in the June 24, 2021, New Yorker Climate Crisis Newsletter. Wow! What a refreshing and simple language for solving problems. And, the more complex the problem, the more important buckshot becomes.
Buckshot is a mix of tactical interventions executed with sequencing, patterns and patience. It creates an upward spiral of small gains that move toward ultimate success. For example, buckshot to increase energy efficiency and reduce energy costs by 50% for the ninety-year-old Empire State Building comprised eight projects executed in a definite sequence, starting with its exterior, taking several years.
It’s an interesting read and I recommend it even if you don’t believe in the climate crisis.
I used buckshot to solve personal crises without realizing it. Slammed by a mid-life crisis in my late forties, I was disgruntled, exhausted, and demoralized. The marketplace offered lots of material silver bullets—sports cars, new wardrobes, face lifts, bigger houses—but I knew they would only deliver short-term relief, not eliminate my angst. Instead, I took tactical actions that included partnering in a new business, divorcing a husband, mind-melding in therapy, earning a doctorate, and continuing to sail. It took six years, but I reoriented my life. I was, once again, a content, energized, clear-headed person soaring through her 50s.
Buckshot drove my change journey. I didn’t know my end goal, but the actions revealed what was right and led me to my future. Was it easy, no—it was hard work. Was it awful, no—there were adventures, new friendships, renewals and lots of self-awareness developed along the way. Would I do it again, yes—in fact, 25 years later, I crushed my retirement crisis with a year long sailing adventure, then turned to volunteerism that fits me, a homeplace that anchors me, strengthened friendships to prevent isolation, and finally writing to replace sailing. I never looked back.
The way I look at it, buckshot, not bullets, is the ammunition for a change journey.