I have used the word "Mojo" in the past, such as speaking of myself in terms of getting energy, memory, style... ..or whatever. As in I used to be able to walk for a long time, but I've lost mymojo. My goodness....I should have looked more closely into the actual meaning of the word!
Admittedly, I could probably count the times I've used it on one and a half hands, but that's no excuse.
Every now and then, I get a little moment when I feel I should check myself on my speech and writing. I'm not as bad as I once was, but I still slip up. I've never used coarse or vulgar language, in fact it offends me, but there is other slang that sometimes creeps into our vocabulary very quietly and without much fanfare. I think it's vocabulary osmosis or some such thing.
Having grown up in the 50s and 60s I've had first hand knowledge of change and decline in the way people speak, which is also connected to how we treat each other. Isn't that funny - when one standard falls, others fall with it.
Is the word Mojo going to cause bad things to happen to me? Nah. Most wouldn't even blink an eye when it's used. I stay away from anything to do with magic spells or voodoo, even indirectly. Is it just as easy to find a more appropriate word.
If you have young children or grandchildren, expose them to great vocabulary. Expand their knowledge of words that are enlightening, and acceptable. Who knows, they may be the ones to influence a generation who uses intelligent words! It has to start somewhere.
If you frequent Facebook you know it's Throw Back Thursday. It's interesting to see the pictures people post from the days gone by. I've done a few myself. The reason I don't do more is it would take effort on my part to go through the skatey-eight thousand old pictures I have, and then scan them. Although it's a good idea to organize and scan those pictures, it's one of those projects I always put off till winter. Then another winter, and so on. Mostly I use winter to complain about the weather.
The throw back pictures posted are 99.99% happy pictures. No one wants to throw back to a miserable day. Isn't that what nostalgia is all about? Remembering the fun times and those times when I was slim, LOL!
Senior Citizens, like myself live for nostalgia. It gives our lives meaning. We were there. We laughed, or cried. We experienced. I think the earlier nostalgia sets in; the richer the life. I remember my first "boyfriend" in kindergarten. He didn't know he was my boyfriend but that didn't matter, I just remember thinking he was cute. That memory ties me back to other memories of that time, like walking home from kindergarten when I was supposed to ride the bus. That created a memory for my mother she had a hard time getting over! Imagine your 5 year old not on the bus when you go to meet her. I made sure I got on the bus after that! I think around 5 years of age is when my memories began.
How far back can you recall?
The words "patiently" and "waiting" aren't usually in the same sentence when describing me. At least in the past, and especially when it comes to my comfort and convenience.I can wait for a traffic light to turn green, or for my nail polish to dry, but I don't consider either of those things out of the ordinary.
This past week I was tested. We went to northern Michigan to open our little cottage for the season. Normally this happens sometime in April, but for some reason it didn't this year, probably because we had such a long cold winter. We had attended a family graduation party on the west side of the state - we live on the east side of MI - before heading up to the cottage, so we had a longer then usual drive, and a very long day. In other words, we were tired when we finally got there.
Part of opening the cottage consists of turning the water back on by turning on the pump, filling and turning on the water heater and once again....after a long winters nap, having running hot and cold water, and equally if not more importantly - a working toilet! It's the first thing Hal does when he gets there. He went through the whole process and said wait a bit and all will be functioning. That bit of waiting turned into hours, then days. Our water pump bit the dust. It had to be replaced and that wouldn't happen until Thursday.....6 days after we got there!
We went through a lot of bottled water, including heating it to wash dishes and ourselves (not the same water!) . The toilet you ask? Ha! We had a camping porta potty that is kept up there and that's what we used. Not an outhouse...that may have just pushed me over the edge, we just kept the porta potty in the non-functioning bathroom.
What happened to my normally sweet spirit? Or maybe I should more accurately say, I acquired a newly sweet spirit. I did not grumble or complain once, I even surprised myself. I made a joke of each situation. This was so unlike me. What a difference it made in what could have been an ugly situation. Did you know your mood rubs off on other people? Hal was stressed, I had to lighten the mood. What good would it do me to complain, although in the past I would have complained plenty, then wondered why Hal was so crabby! See, if you live long enough, you're likely to stop complaining so much!
I have no explanation for the new me except to say it had to be the maturing of my nature by the holy spirit within me, which is something I have been seeking and praying for. I really didn't ask to be tested to see if I'd received it, but you take it however it comes! After shelling out $$$$ for the new pump, we realized our furnace wasn't working either. By this time I'm down right giddy! Hal replaced a $10 part and when last tested it was running like it should be. This is life. Things break. frustrations come. Unexpected expenses knock the wind out of your sails. HOWEVER....every one is well, we love each other and the world keeps spinning.