Skills degrade if you don’t keep them up. It’s like being in good physical shape. You won’t stay that way if you opt to quit moving about.
I was a lot smarter in my twenties than I am now. I was chagrined when slapped down with this realization, by my own hand, no less!
I wrote my California story, twenty years ago. Rereading it today, I saw how much ground I’d lost. Specifically, I’m talking about meeting my cousins. I know who my grandfather’s longtime girlfriend was. I know for an absolute fact what the reality is. It does not matter if there are a of cousins who tell me I am wrong. It doesn’t matter if they are smarter than I am, richer that I am, live in the city with him; if they are better looking than I am, have better clothes or any other imaginable factor. I KNOW.
In the story, I readily accept the situation. The people I am talking to are blocked and the block can not overcome. This is very good knowledge to have. Saved me time, energy and heartache. So what happened?
Well something happened to me. Because fast forward to now, I no longer accept situations like this. It’s a mixture of stupidity and arrogance, I suppose. I try to convince or correct the other person(s) error.
Reading the story, I saw I had to correct this in myself. I like the processor I was over the processor I’d become. Hey, it’s embarrassing and yes, that is my Capricorn talking. I am way too old to be this stupid.
I’ve spent these last weeks sorting myself out. Boundaries, right?
I’m writing this because I’m pretty others have slipped up at some point and lost skills for any number of reason. You can slowly get lost or be seduced into all kinds on inanity. This happens but with a little effort, you can pick up things your dropped, in some cases.
Can you relate?