I’m in a New York state of mind.
That was my first thought when I read that this week’s Word Press photo challenge theme was ‘state of mind.’ Of course song lyrics to that old Billy Joel song would dance through my brain, it’s how my quirky mind works.
But really. State of mind. Hmmm.
The ancient Greek Plutarch once said, “In words are seen the state of mind and character and disposition of the speaker.”
Truth, right? Our words (and this week even our photos) do declare our character and disposition or nature. I’ve often said that rude and vulgar language shows your true character just as kind and gracious language does.
So do I want to share my state of mind for this challenge in a picture and words as well? Often I’m not sure I want to share publicly the various places my mind goes.
An online dictionary defines state of mind as the “state of a person’s cognitive processes.” Well, my cognitive processes are all over the map.
In one fail swoop, my attitude can change from gracious to sassy. My perspective can be swayed by circumstances. My disposition varies from day to day. My mood often even depends on the view outside my windows – sunny equals good mood; overcast and dreary mirrors my mood.
And no, I’m not bi-polar. I’m just one of those people whose state of mind fluctuates – a lot. That’s the thing, my perspective changes frequently because I generally can see both sides of the coin. I see your point, but I see his as well. I sympathize with you, but I see where she’s coming from too.
My state of mind is my way of looking at things. If I was truly in a “New York state of mind,” I think I’d be continuously moving and busy just like that hustling, bustling famous city.
But that’s not the case. It used to be. Back when mama’s empty nest was a full house. My mindset then stayed in continuous motion.
I recall this vividly because recently I peeked inside some old yearly planners I had stashed away in a closet. Every day marked some kind of activity, event, or item to remember.
And most of those daily notations revolved around my growing children: piano, dance, swimming, or gymnastic lessons; soccer, volleyball, track, cross country, basketball, or baseball practices; appointments for doctors, dentists, or haircuts; school events like book fairs, musical concerts, PTA meetings, school carnivals and fundraisers, classroom volunteer days.
Then there was the social aspect of my children’s lives: birthday parties, sleep-overs, play dates. Scout meetings, day camps, youth group meetings. They were all duly noted in my day timer planners.
In addition to my children’s schedules, my own also proved very full. Church events, volunteer opportunities, dinner parties, lunches with friends, baby-sitting friends’ children, writing newsletters for church and parent-teacher organizations, church socials, the list continued on and on.
And you know what? It made me tired just reading it all and I honestly wondered how I managed to accomplish everything each and every day with three active children and a traveling salesman husband to boot.
As I’m approaching retirement age – 62 on my next birthday –my way of looking at things, my perspective, yes, my state of mind has changed considerably.
I like this non-New York state of mind I’m in. Granted with grandbaby in my life, it isn’t always tranquil and quiet here in the empty nest. Actually, it’s not really empty any more with daughter and grandbaby here.
But this state of mind is one I can handle in this season of life. I choose an outlook that’s bright; my approach is to be thankful and content; and my mindset is to stay focused on my faith and trust in my God.
“My trust in God flows out of the experience of his loving me, day in and day out, whether the day is stormy or fair, whether I’m sick or in good health, whether I’m in a state of grace or disgrace. He comes to me where I live and loves me as I am.” ~ Brennan Manning