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What influences me? What influences my choices?

How something looks or how I feel about a subject or person influences me in my analysis of what might be the best option to choose when I have a choice. If I am repelled by a choice … i.e., cooked spinach vs crunchy lettuce salads … the crunchy salad wins with me every time … I cannot get past the slimy look of cooked spinach let alone find out how it tastes.

If I do not realize something is slimy … i.e., the first (and only) time I ate breaded cooked okra … I am willing to try something to find out if I like the taste or not … I found it very slimy and yucky … my family likes it

Liver … I love liver and onions … my grandmother made it every once in awhile when I was a kid and I loved it then and I still do … many times when I go to Luby’s (a local buffet) – I order it … yummy … my kids detest it and my grandson won’t even try it because he does not like how it looks.

What influences from circumstances in daily life send my life in unexpected directions?

I bought my house last year … lost my job … got a contract assignment … became unemployed again in January and am still looking for another job … now I will be trying to sell the house and have to move in with my daughter until I get a job again … whenever that might be … my plan when I bought the house was for me not to have to move again til I was quite ancient or maybe even dead.

I am starting to pack getting ready to move right now … everyone knows how much fun packing and moving is not and anyone who has Rheumatoid Arthritis knows exaclty how painful it can be … so … I am going to be seriously downsizing with this move … I am only keeping the bare essentials … clothes & shoes …. photo albums … paintings & assorted artwork … bed & dresser & chairs & kitchen utensils type stuff … most of the books ae already gone so I do not have to worry about packing those again … sigh … I had not planned ot downsize any further at this time … but life happened … out goes much more … stuff … and it is nearing time to move yet again … sigh … change is not bad … but it is painful some times … Miss Sugar Plum just got used to the yard being hers … and now she has to give it up.