I'm just saying...

My fingers have been sitting on the keyboard now for a good 30 minutes. They want to write. Something emotional, maybe even heart wrenching. Nothing...Can't get anything stirring.

Here's something...

Your not going to necessarily agree with everything I suggest to you, your not going to necessarily agree to everything I observe, but that's not going to cause me to change what I say or do. There's a thought in my head and it comes out my mouth. I am the most non judgemental person...I label behavior, not people.

Now, I'm going to go eat a big piece of pumpkin pie with whipped cream on it.

Are you talking to me?

Unless and until you know who you are, you are vulnerable to what other people say.

grateful...

Too many people miss the silver lining because they're expecting gold.

Maurice Setter

Are you sleeping?

It's 4am. I can't sleep. This is somewhat a common thing in my life. I stare at this white page because I want to write something, but nothing really comes to my mind.

My stomach growls of hunger and all I can think about is that leftover "Gringo Burrito" I had at Roja tonight. So I go to the kitchen and extract it from the cozy Styrofoam container it is neatly tucked in and warm it in the microwave. After transferring it to a plate, I take it to the living room where I retreat to the couch and my laptop. It's delicious and my hunger growls stop.

That's gonna cost me like an extra fucking hour on the treadmill....

While writing, I play scrabble on my iPhone with a random opponent, and wonder how they come up with such amazing words so quickly.

The wind blows hard outside, I can hear my awnings bumping against the house.

My thoughts are working overtime again and I wish I could shut them off. Never been to fond of the holidays, people ask why, and I must admit that I do not have the answer. Regardless of the fact, I partake in the excitement, somewhat uninspired, unmotivated.

I need a hug.

I wonder

Sometimes when you least expect it, something happens to make us stop and take stock of our lives. We look back at what we've done, what we've become, where we've been and what we've accomplished and we can't help but wonder what's next.

It's all how you look at it..

"You take what your given, some of us are given the White House and some of us are given much much worse." "So you take what your given and make the most of it.", she said.

They sat under a blue tarp to keep the rain off of them.

"And if you can't bare what your given?", the woman replied.

"Then you need to get a new pair of glasses"....
"What do you see when you look out there?" she said, pointing out from out under the tarp. "I see people who lost everything they loved and are scratching in the dirt to get it back, I see people who are so down that they can't go any where but up!"

"A new pair of glasses" you could hear the woman say while nodding, "Yes, a new pair of glasses"....

What he needs....

What he needs is not a career coach because he has that, what he needs is a dad that says your are spectacular. That says I love you, I recognize your talent, I'm proud of you.

For every biting criticism, it takes a thousand "at a boys" and he needs those because he gets rejected other places. He needs a soft place to fall, you are too hard on your son. I love your involvement, but you need to back off and have some confidence in his ability.