Pretty pictures! I love staring at pretty pictures – I mean, that room is perfect – the glossy black end table with the acrylic ashtray, the grey color palate, the arching floor lamp (OMG, is that IKEA?). I could stare at that picture for hours…and unfortunately, I probably have. I used to subscribe to glossy magazines, but blogs have replaced that, their content is updated daily. It’s funny, how some of our habits don’t change, they just evolve.
Now the bad part: how to say this…at some point in time, my brain stopped fitting into its fat pants. My memory was shot. Names and words on the tip of my tongue stayed there and died. I began to suspect that snacking on a diet of pretty pictures was making me dumber. My vocabulary had taken a nose dive off a metaphorical cliff.
No, let’s not be dramatic here; I’ve found the best solutions are usually the simplest ones. I just need to limit the amount of time spent staring at pictures which, I think, are too easily processed, and more time making my brain work a little harder – possibly by reading, possibly by formulating and articulating ideas.