Simplify, Toss Out, Maybe

This is something that takes constant effort.  I am working on it, physically and mentally.  In the process I came upon a paper I had written for a Pych class in college.   I know, what am I doing keeping a paper of that vintage?  I had no idea I had kept it, my life story for the Genealogy 101, yes, but this class?   Well, for some reason I still had it.

 As near as I can tell it was supposed to be a case study of myself, analyzing  my habits, personality, etc., the causes of the same.  I shuddered  as I read  parts of it, wondering if I was really like that at the young age of 20.  Some traits I can see that I did possess, and I still possess---like putting my foot in my mouth now and again when something really gets to me.  "Surely I have improved," I say to myself---haven’t I? 

Actually it was rather an interesting read, seeing myself and my thought processes at that relatively early stage of maturing.  It was worth my keeping if for none other than that I had recorded a sentence or two about an appointment with an optometrist in Salt Lake City, discovering that I did indeed need to wear glasses.  My right eye saw things with a “blurry edge.”

            Now, fifty years later, having had eye surgery on my left eye to correct a macular hole, my right eye is still seeing things a bit off.  It makes me wonder if the condition  has been with me in a lesser degree all these long years.  My eye surgeon feels it is best to not remove a slowly developing cataract in my right eye in case that would accelerate whatever is going on in there.  This doctor, of course, knows nothing of this finding years ago.  I will have a surprise for him on my next trip to Idaho Falls.

            This is one thing I have been glad I did not toss, along with my life story at age 20, written for Genealogy 101. It is enlightening as well.  I hope that at least my writing style has improved.