Was it Socrates who declared that it is sa wise man who recognize how little he knows? My husband, who is a bee keeper in his spare time, marvels at how MUCH he knows about his bees. And then they start doing something, according to their divine plan, that does not make any sense to him at all, he then declares, “How little I know about the bees”. I am not considering myself wise at all, the things I feel comfortable with, the things I know… seem meaningless and not so very important at times (for example, I write a good letter, I’m well read, I’m very resourceful).
When the rest of the world has fancy blogs and websites, which they have all created themselves, I am way behind the crowd of Jaguaars with my rusty old wagon. This must be where I tell myself time to check out the help that is out there. Where do I begin? How do I eat the elephant, one bite at a time, I know. But, everything is better after a good night’s sleep. I will begin tomorrow.
As scarlet O’Hara said, “After all, tomorrow is another day”.
