Something to think about. With dreams, there’s always a way to go back to the drawing board, re-evaluate, and reinvent….even if it seems easier said than done. Life is fuller when we dream big.
Like the saying goes, something beats nothing. It’s all too easy to sit around thinking about what we’re going to do…thinking about the end point. Daydreaming without putting in the foot work. But we won’t get there unless we work for it..Do something today, no matter how small it seems. Every tiny bit adds up. Be well, and thanks for reading.
Just a few words here, and a gentle reminder to pursue your passions, no matter how futile they may seem. Let’s push forward! Be well, and thanks for reading.
Just a little wordplay. Be well, and thank you 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.
There are home libraries…and then there are library homes. This week’s space is by far among the greatest and most obvious examples of a book lover’s private paradise. It would be accurate to state that the owner of this home loves to read, as the upper stories are dedicated to a quite sizable book collection. With ample sunlight and a quiet, efficient, well provisioned little nook on the uppermost level, this does appear to be a space where one could kick back and read, or post up and get some work done. In fact, the only true indicator that this is even a home is the kitchen table resting nearly on the first floor. Let the daydreams commence.
This is intended to be a tale of growth, understanding, and redemption…below is just a snippet. Check it out if you’d like. Best of days to all.
I wasn’t worth a damn on paper. In the paper world, the document world, the world of resumes and economic status, I was fucking worthless. Bullshit administrative work here, run of the mill labor there, hum drum office experience way over there…hell, my resume was less than toilet paper. Looking at that bad boy made me question everything. Is this what it had come to? Is this what all the years of busting my ass have amounted to? Jack shit? I may as well have been anonymous. Just another warm body to feed the greedy corporate carnivores. A chalkboard whose teachings had long since been scrubbed clean.
But clean slates can still educate, right? They can still learn. Clean slates still hold value, however anonymous they are…they can still speak of success. I had to remind myself of that. But I was never successful at anything. Well, failing…I was very good at that. I was successful at failing. Hell, at fucking shit up, I was a professional. The best. I could turn a nugget of gold into a fistful of shit at the drop of a dime. All in a day’s work.