Pizza Break

I wish I could take credit for something, anything good I’ve done. However, I am able to say with great joy I cannot. I cannot take any compliments for I am at best a tool used in the process of someone’s life. What I can take credit for are the mistakes. I have made plenty, have suffered, and have learned from them. Choosing to see the benefits in mistakes and removing judgment and guilt, old habits die hard. What I am able to do and say, if I allow the words to come rather than coming up with my own motive is way better than anything I could have ever created. Words dance in my head waiting to be birthed. Concepts that I am unable to develop until I sit down and write. I want to say these words are the words from God himself, but unfortunately the words cannot do HIM justice.  A memoir exposing the internal thoughts that plagued my own life.  Helping in the world takes more sacrifice than I expected, and in ways I never thought. I was willing to “work hard,” though ...

Before I started writing this, I was extremely hungry, a little agitated, and had to go to the bathroom. I figured I would get a few words down to feel a bit better about my writing progress. A blank screen is intimidating and at least this way I can say I started.   Well, as I am writing now and as the ideas and words are brought to my mind, I am realizing that the bathroom break I so desperately required, the hunger, and the agitation have all subsided in their severity. They are present and can be recalled, however they seem to be OK with where they are.   This occurrence, something we all experience, is fascinating and yet we expect each time a different response. We know that when we dwell on things, they become worse, or at least consume our thoughts. When we wallow in pain versus trying to improve the situation any way we know how, then the pain can be more severe, a situation worsening.   My bathroom break in the past has had to wait, 3, ...

The news, a presentation of recent, supposedly relevant, information. A biased perspective with an agenda to sell, for most. There isn't anything wrong with it, it's capitalism. If I want to influence people to buy a lifestyle then I need them to see their reliance on emotion to do so.  Fear is a primary emotion to feast on. Staying scared and "in your lane," maybe edging towards the dotted yellow line, at times crossing when no officer is present, guarantees a place in this world. For the most part, the mass portion of society stays where they know to be safe. We go to work, pay bills, do something for entertainment outside of work, and much of this is without question. We go to movies the commercials sell us on. We buy products we think we need. We buy upgrades on those products because the new version is better.  Even the people who are "different," are part of a crowd of also "different" people. Alternative can be the new mainstream in ...