Usernames and passwords: How many do you have and how do you keep track of all of them?
Just when I think you’ve come up with a system, the website wants me to change my password. I’ve had enough Apple IDs to fill an orchard. Evidently, they turn rotten quickly because none of them ever works longer than 24 hours.
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“Thinking is the hardest work there is; which is probably the reason why so few engage in it.” – Henry Ford
It pains me to say this, but one group at high risk for Heavy Thinking addiction is writers. These individuals spend a lot of time alone in front of blank computer screens actually encouraging the thought process.
I attended one of their small group meetings. During a critique session, a Heavy Thinker will offer a fledgling writer powerful suggestions to improve their story. This continues around the room until the author of said paper shows signs of dizziness and intoxication from an overdose of knowledge.
I usually sit there with that deer-in-the-headlights-look, occasionally offering half a thought, just to be social.
* the above is an excerpt from The Perils of Heavy Thinking, available on Amazon in both paperback and Kindle.
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