So I'm in a mood. Yeah, yeah, you've heard that before.
Actually, I'm not a moody person. I have an attitude, that's true. But for the most part, I take every day for what it is... a once in a lifetime experience. There are days though, for no particular reason, that just get me... well, a little pissy.
Sometimes, like today, there are no real reasons other than I want to be somewhere else, doing something else, other than sitting here in my living room. It's not real unhappiness, it's more like today wasn't all it could be, and I have not made much of it. And that bothers me.
I have seen, like everyone else, too many friends and family members lost or taken ill, and having their lives forever changed or taken from them. This week on FB alone, there have been friends thinking about their moms, school friends, brothers and sisters, who are gone. Just tonight one asked for prayers for a forever friend. Here's my point.
We don't know what tomorrow brings, all we know is tomorrow means we have one less day on this earth. Don't waste it. Look around you, if this life is not what you want it to be, start to change it. Things won't happen overnight, but you have to envision it, then do it. Baby steps if you need to, boldly if you dare.
Not much I can imagine as more true than the sentence "The only regrets I have are the things I didn't do."
Tomorrow is promised to no one. Take a chance on today.
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Life, as it should be. Yeah, but it isn't. So here are some observations about a) What's wrong with it, b) How it can be improved, and c) How good it feels to bitch about it. End result: Life as it should be...in other words, a slice of life that tastes a whole lot like pizza.
Monday, June 23, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Random Thoughts From a Scattered Brain: This Day is Dragging Edition
It's been a while since I did one of these. Just some randomness today.
I am happy to say that I used Certified Organic Cotton Rounds to take off my nail polish today. The thought that I may have used acetate nail polish remover to remove the paint I put on my fingernails, and not used Certified Organic Cotton would be too upsetting for words.
So, soon there will be 250 more emoji added to the unicode keyboard. It will include one of "flipping the bird." Personally I could not be happier, check out my present cover photo on FB as evidence.
People, this quiz thing has gotten out of hand. Yes, they can be amusing. And yes, I have taken a few of them, though you won't find me posting the results on social media, but seriously?
"What kind of girlfriend are you" We should all know who we are.
"What kind of pony are you?" Really?
What piercing fits you best?" If you have twelve already and you don't have the one they suggest... do you really need to get Lucky 13?
And the one that is definitely a must take, because really don't we absolutely need to know
"What kind of sweater are you?"
That's it. This day is dragging, this week is dragging. A scattered mind is a scary thing.
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I am happy to say that I used Certified Organic Cotton Rounds to take off my nail polish today. The thought that I may have used acetate nail polish remover to remove the paint I put on my fingernails, and not used Certified Organic Cotton would be too upsetting for words.
So, soon there will be 250 more emoji added to the unicode keyboard. It will include one of "flipping the bird." Personally I could not be happier, check out my present cover photo on FB as evidence.
People, this quiz thing has gotten out of hand. Yes, they can be amusing. And yes, I have taken a few of them, though you won't find me posting the results on social media, but seriously?
"What kind of girlfriend are you" We should all know who we are.
"What kind of pony are you?" Really?
What piercing fits you best?" If you have twelve already and you don't have the one they suggest... do you really need to get Lucky 13?
And the one that is definitely a must take, because really don't we absolutely need to know
"What kind of sweater are you?"
That's it. This day is dragging, this week is dragging. A scattered mind is a scary thing.
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