Tagged: work

Library Lusting.
Some rooms are cozy…some are minimally sparse…some evoke peace, some exude class…others just make you want to get down to business. This week’s space would inspire me to get all old school and break out the typewriter (yes, typewriter), light the ol’ pipe, throw a few ice cubes in the tumbler, and get to work. It’s a slightly cramped, lived in space, but it’s that worn ambiance that gives it a dose of true character. This room has seen and heard many stories; this room has life. It’s certainly a book lover’s room. Let the daydreams commence.

Musings at Random – Happiness is a Choice.
Happiness is a choice, and now, more than ever, we should all lean on its shoulders. The world will sometimes break us down, but it’s up to us to rebuild stronger. Brick by brick. Moment by moment, because we can.
What we choose to see, what we choose to believe, and what we choose to project becomes our ethos. We ultimately become what we choose to manifest. Hate life? Watch out – it might hate you back. Hate your job? With that mentality, you’ll never escape the negativity.
And so on it goes, into our relationships, our well being, and our overall mindset. What we choose to think – to believe – directly affects our quality of life. It directly impacts how we live, how we react, who we choose to spend our time with, what we choose to accept and tolerate, and how far we’re willing to go in order to make a change for the better.
You see, happiness is a choice. It’s not a guarantee or a foregone conclusion. And as such, it’s essentially never set in stone; money won’t buy it, good genes won’t cultivate it, and a great job won’t secure it. We do.
And it only happens when we decide to pursue it, embrace it, accept it, live it, project it, and lastly, manifest it.

Poems – The Size of Dreams.
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.

Poems – Action.
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.

Poetry – Just Work.
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.

Poems from the Vault – Coffee and a Pen.
Just a little wordplay. Be well, and thank you for reading.

Storytime Saturday, featuring an excerpt from an unnamed short story.
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.

Library Lusting.
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.

Quotes – Expectations.
