“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” ~ Mark Twain
And the moral is … attack life. YOUR life. The one you want. Not the one someone else dreamed for you. Not the one you feel obligated to live. And most certainly, not the one you don’t want to live. Make no excuses. Be.
And that’s all I have to say about that. Today’s post inspired by The Daily One-word Prompt: Vigor.
Sing a Song for Sixpence (1880) ~ artist unknown
There are, according to my mother, 40,000 birds in my garage. That’s right. Forty thousand. Four, zero, comma, zero, zero, zero.
I have a nice house. But I’m not a Rockefeller. I don’t have a garage that would house 40,000 birds—no even tiny hummingbirds. And quite frankly, I don’t think 40,000 of anything would fit in my garage. Ladybugs? Maybe. They are pretty small. But I’d have to get the calculator out, rely on old-school calculus and geometry to estimate the size of their body, multiply it by 40,000 and divide it by the square footage of my garage. Alas, it’s the morning after Thanksgiving and my brain is still fully satisfied from yesterday’s meal, conversations, etc. etc. etc. So why bother it with anything new? I’m just about as content as I possibly can be ;) Continue reading
Freedom from Want ~ Norman Rockwell
Stop. Just stop. Seriously. I mean what’s the big deal? So you eat a little more than usual. So you gain two pounds. Or three, or four. Big deal. It’s Thursday … the day will be over soon … you’ll go to bed, wake up and it will be Friday. Then, before you know it, it will be Sunday and those “couple” extra pounds and today’s chaos will be a thing of the past.
So today, give thanks. Enjoy the fortunes you’ve been blessed with—because one, if you’re fortunate enough to be reading this then you’re fortunate enough to have either a computer of some sort or a mobile phone … and I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume you’re also fortunate enough to have more than enough to eat today. So stop contemplating those extra pounds. Stop fretting over something so insignificant and relish your surroundings.
This Thanksgiving, be thankful God has blessed you with the wherewithal to gain a few pounds.
Me … instead of running five miles this morning I’m running seven today. Paying those aforementioned few pounds a little something forward. Now go share this post with those you care about. Hell, share it on Facebook … maybe we’ll start a revolution ;) Enjoy your day everyone! Today’s post inspired by my over-thinking brain, last year’s Thanksgiving turkey, and the Daily One-word Prompt: Chaotic.
It’s 8:33 a.m. I’ve been awake for well over two hours … I should be running. I should be done with my run. I should be on to something new rather than stuck listening to my mind debate itself, anticipating the crappy weather that awaits me as soon as I step out my front door. Continue reading
Can a person really over think something? Is it possible to spend too much time pondering a decision? If I’d only done this, or done that … blah, blah, blah. (Note, if you cannot answer that question from the get-go then you are clearly an over thinker and this post might send you into a thinking induced coma.)
I mean we’ve all seen the crazy lady in the grocery store that has to smell a dozen cantaloupe before picking one out only to decide at the checkout that she really doesn’t think it’s ripe and therefore doesn’t want it after all. (Oh, was that you – sorry – but come on already!)
To say I’m irritated would be an understatement. Sarcasm, no. A hyperbole, not even.
I try not to moan and groan—not here anyway. Because to be completely frank, I can’t stand reading blogs where people just bitch about their life. So naturally, I don’t read them. But. Today. Today I am beyond words. Alas I will refrain from spoiling your day with my woes and instead stick with the prompt and simply say this …
“It’s time be a grownup and make a decision—stop complaining. Decide.”