First, please pay attention to the comma in the titles. Once again I wrote up a post and then shelved it. This time, I never got around to hitting submit. I ran out of steam, and no longer wanted to make the point I had set out to make. It was an attempt to understand…
CONFABULATION AND CONFLAGRATION
There are mornings when my mind is slow to fully…. I wanted to write confabulate when I was really thinking of conflagration. An interesting mix up. Confabulation: a symptom of various memory disorders in which made-up stories fill in any gaps in memory. That’s not what I meant, instead I was thinking of how, when…
AN A FOR EFFORT
I’m up earlier than I’d like to be (Nick the cat, puking). Yesterday ended up crashing and burning (at least in terms of productivity). I never got my momentum back after the rejection email. I went back and re-read the post I was writing, but couldn’t quite pick the train of thought back up… (I…
THOUGHTS ON CHANGE (INTERRUPTED)
The most recent thing my ex-fiancee, B, posted on her blog (back in November) was something along the lines of trying to remember who she was before she fell in love, or maybe that’s who she has always been. I’m reminded of it this morning as I’ve been contemplating my own journey back to myself….
OF WIND AND SAILS
Well… that didn’t take long. I was in the middle of writing something (sure to be profound) about change when an email popped up from the journal I submitted to last night. Being of little will power and unsound mind, I opened it up to read the form rejection. I remember way back when I…
IF THIS ISN’T NICE…
Tiny moments of joy, amusement, and recognition. That is what art can do when it speaks to you – at least it’s what it does for me. I am thinking of the poems I started to read this morning, but for me, it also applies to music, other writing, and visual arts as well. There…
FINISHING WITH A WHIMPER
Mindfulness be damned…. while my night became considerably less full of the annoyances that were putting me in a bad mood earlier- I sort of fell in to a state of bummed paralysis fueled by indecision. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to venture out to get more wine or beer (I stayed in). I…
ATTENTION
I wasn’t going to post anything tonight/this morning (it’s midnight here in Memphis). Actually, I started a post around dinner time, and decided against it. Wanna hear the story about the military blogger who was great at writing drafts? He was fired for abandoning his post….. I came up with that one all on my…
SOGGY ROLL / ROLE
I wish my memory were better. More specifically, I wish it were better for certain things, and maybe a little worse with others. It would be good if I could remember whether or not I brushed my teeth or already washed my hair (that’s more a result of distraction than anything else). I’m not sure…
GUSTING THROUGH THE AFTERNOON
Firetruck sirens have been wailing all day. The wind is whipping something fierce. This isn’t the start of a fictional piece, just the state of things in Memphis today. I went for a walk that I cut short because it was so windy – blow your hat off your head and lift your shirt up…
THERE ARE, OF COURSE, OTHER WAYS TO LIVE
Like many people (I think), I am a creature of habit. I like my routines, I probably need my routines. They are crutches that free up mental space for other things (or so I think). I can already feel myself making the counter-argument that they are simply a default setting, a way of not thinking,…
GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF WITH FEAR
Tonight I spent the better part of two hours looking for jobs…. in particular giving very serious consideration to one specific job. It’s a CEO position for a smaller United Way in Grand Junction, Colorado. I assume everybody does what I do when they consider a job – they try to envision their life in…