Just a little wordplay…be well, and thanks for reading.
Read this one slowly…and then read it one more time. I’m going to go out on a limb here and suggest that most of us, like the famous quote, possess an innate drive to be better than we were yesterday. Change is hard, but possible. With that being said, no change or alteration or improvement will happen unless we first grasp fear by the feet and throw it out of the equation. Just get it out of there. Fear is the enemy here. Before any advancement can happen, we should accept that fear must go in order to open a pathway for tomorrow’s clearer skies. Today, let’s think about that. Be well, and thanks for reading.
Dreams and goals; two important words that pack a whole lot of meaning. If it’s one connecting factor between us all, it’s that most of us possess some sort of dreams and goals. We all want to do something and be something and accomplish something. Most of us want to, in our thoughts, become the product of those aspirations. We have the power to do just that, and we’ve heard that concept a million times. Thoughts are a good start, and actions will progress those thoughts one step further. Become an alphabet; become whatever word, sentence, phrase, or book that you want to be. Do something today to add a few great lines to your own story. Be well, and thanks for reading.
This week’s space says a lot, without having to say too much. And in that vein, I won’t say too much about it. A space like this has the visual power to speak for itself, in its clean, unobstructed lines, a sparseness that opens up the room and allows it to breathe in the ample sunlight, and a layout that positively emphasizes the remaining surrounding elements. And not to mention, there’s a beautiful nook dedicated to the owner’s impressive book collection. That’s the cherry on top. Let the daydreams commence.
Just a few words pulled from the Vault. Thanks for reading.
Here’s a snippet from an upcoming short story. Thanks for reading.
The day that my potato exploded in the microwave was an eye opener. It was a sign…an omen. A message from the powers that be. Maybe I’d nuked that fucker for too long, or maybe I just didn’t give a shit. Either way, that little vegetable bastard decided to commit culinary suicide and blew itself spud first all over the confines of the microwave with a mere five seconds left. I mean, c’mon…it couldn’t have kept its composure for a measly five more seconds? Suck it up, god damn it! I had no money left, I had no lunch, and I was hungry enough to eat the scum out of the bottom of a homeless man’s shoes. It was definitely a sign…an omen…a message from the powers that be.
This week’s space conjures up a tropical vibe, and I’d say that it’s more than just the addition of the potted plant that contributes to that ambiance. It could be just me, but I’m reminded of a warm, sunlit terrace on a summer afternoon…surrounded by an ocean of books. It’s a great space, with a few clever parallels; the heavy, rustic elements play very well alongside the fragility of the books, and the sunlight adds a splash of color that gives life to the dense, cold stone. It’s a nice, tidy, quiet space to sit alone and collect the thoughts. This is indeed a book lover’s room…let the daydreams commence.