I tend to contemplate far too much.  One thing about being a woman that I just despise.  Most of the time I wish I could think far less. At least about most things. For example, thinking/contemplating or guessing on subjects or issues that will become no better (or necessarily worse) as a result of my contemplation.  Yet, fully knowing this, I preserver. Why? I think perhaps because I have not contemplated the issue of why I continue to preserver.  It must be true.  I'm doomed.

Contemplating should be highly restricted to subjects worthy of contemplation.  How does one determine this to begin with?  I'll take a shot at that.  First, one must determine whether or not the contemplation brings pleasant thoughts and productivity.  Next, one must be in the position to contemplate. Contemplation is not desirable at work, during meals, household tasks or anything that requires a timely completion.

 I'm not quite yet sure of what I will write about in this journal, but it will be great to be writing everyday..or almost everyday.  Ugh, there my indecisiveness goes showing up again.  Even though it may appear as though someone who is indecisive may have no plan..., really I do.  It's just silently brewing in my head, without my even knowing it, than out of the silence, the plan will reveal itself from beginning to end.  Or, at least the beginning will surface.