Hope & some change

 To prove I don't deal with existential dread 24/7, here is a happy story about winning.

Yesterday, I went to a Dollar store & bought what appears to be a single use, one and done pizza cutter & an over the door coat hook. We got the last gold one & it matches our yellow and beige decor perfectly.

We used it 4 times already.

Tranquility

 

I'd been unhealthy 

For quite awhile 

It takes a toll

Your standards 

Get trampled 

It's hard to not be reliable

For loved ones

Or yourself

Nobody wants to

 be a burden 

It was a bad stretch 

And I walked slowly to bed

Cause slow was as fast

As I could go

And I stared at darkness for the longest time

Not sure I was breathing 

It was the most relaxing thing 

It felt like

If I closed my eyes

They would not open again 

So I got up

Wrote a little 

Listened to some music

And fell asleep

 when I didn't have that feeling 

It was peaceful

I had a little choice

Maybe I will choose different next time? 

Maybe next time

There's no choice at all

I don't know

I have loved ones

That I want to see 

And hear

And maybe I know something 

That can help them

Someday

I wish there was more

But hey

Everyone has problems 

Life 

Goes on

Thank you

For your time

Spell ing

 I always said real writers use spell check.

I have several 7 year old posts full of typos. So many errors I made a game out of it.  

Do I go against my principles and make the correction, or let them stand for all eternity as a middle finger to the grammar nazi?

I've always maintained that, if you understood the writers intent, communication has been made.

I guess I'm just a purist that rebels very quietly.

Quality Control

 I believe I have paid full price for toilet paper that is clearly of blemished factory 2nd quality.

We are no longer a first world country. The proof is at your fingertips.

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I teach feel. Flow. You will either get it, or leave the conversation & finally understand your next bowling instructor. Either way you are welcome

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To Be Named Later

2 Be Named Later

3 Be Named Later

Autobiographical Friction

 What do they call you

 when you don't do things 

 like everybody else? 

Names. 

They insult you. 

What do they do 

when you consider that 

a compliment? 

They call you more names, 

and soon 

you do not hear them 

anymore. 

All you hear 

is serenity

as you dance 

through the chaos

Sure

it's a mess

but it is yours

 I have reached equilibrium.

I cannot exercise without injury 

I cannot sit around and get healthier 

Random Mind Castle

 And I took my 2 dollar generic antihistamine but now I can't focus because the machine elves keep singing that song "Stay"...and it's the Jackson Browne version. The machine elves know this annoys me to no end because he spells his name Browne with an E.