Can I Call it a Walk-About?

The Aussie’s call it a walk-about, some call it soul searching, whatever I’ve been there. I awoke one morning needing to change my life and I just walked out, metaphorically speaking. Its funny how you try to take the bull by the horns only to have to the horns come off in your hands but that’s another post, my walk-about.

One morning I just took out walking to feel the cadence of one foot in front of the other. A step at a time I was walking in the realm of my own possibilities. I lost all track of distance and time, night fell and with all that walking I was parched; great a bar.

Did not think twice, walked right in and my arm went instantly into the, “I’m here, need a drink” motion. I didn’t even look at the bar keep, “Shot of tequila, in fact make it two” I muttered. He said something about the salt being in front of me and asked if I wanted a lemon? To which I replied, “Do I look like a sissy drinker, just the shots please.”

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I’m Coming Out

You unplug, take a break and go to sleep. Only to find you wake up with questions that require real thought to answer. What have I learned in the last two weeks? Where have I been?

Valid questions that one would think one could answer or at least account for. I’m not sure I actually know where I have been but I have learned a few things. Allow me to come out and share.

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Define Life? Or What Reminds You.

“Out of sync and out of time,” is my next bumper sticker. I now realize this defines me at the present, been too long and I’m out of practice with a real life. But then what is a real life? What defines that definition of life?

After completing my first week strapped to a PC solving roof connecting to walls and does that wall look right to you, my life went on hold.  I forgot what defined me as a living person. Thankfully, I have people around me who knew I needed reminding.

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A Mere 120 Hours

I ask, “how do you spend a 120 hours?” I sat here this Monday morning looking at my weekly rhythm list when a thought occurred to me, “how much time do I really have?” 

I have this on-going list of items that during any given week I need to address. I like to break everything down; I need this first before I can start… I so believe in baby steps.
I suddenly realized 120 hours was not at all that long. Do you know how long that is?

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I Want… What Do You Want?

What do you want? Is it riches, health or possibly peace of mind? Want is a word we throw around like need. Are we ever sure of what we really want or need?

We all spend our lives wanting things and thinking we truly need them. We listen to that bad devil and then wonder “why did I want…?” This morning I thought about my wanting thoughts and came to this conclusion.

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Under

In the past three days I have used this word more often than I would have liked. I had been under this or under that, and it wasn’t until this morning I realized exactly how much underage I had achieved.

When I left you Friday I had no intention of completing the “under” list. It was not even on my radar but it seems great progress has been made. Will you let me toot my own horn and show you what got checked off my “Under” list? 

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Can You Hear Me Now?

Can You? Have you ever been in a situation where you, in your mind, were following a conversation only to be jolted by someone screaming, “Are you even listening?”

There is a study out there that suggests we are losing the art of real conversation. We have, in this modern age, taken the old phone company adage and changed it to read, “Let your fingers do the talking.” We converse via social media. However, it is not the lost art of conversation that bothers me but rather the dulling of our senses.

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The Doctor is In…

The patient lay there bleeding. Unconscious and unaware of the dire situation, and triage merely a band-aid, the patient needed a specialist. One from the crowd ran in fear, the liquid oozing from the orifice not a pretty site. “Someone call 911” came a scream.

A band of white glad clad angels descended on the scene. “Quick, this patient needs surgery,” one was heard to say. The angels went to work, stabilizing and prepping as if heaven guided their hands. In a hushed whisper an angel spoke, “This does not look good, something is wrong with its heart, doctor better hurry.”

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Your Life Door, Does It Have A Rainbow?

At that moment the door closed behind me. A single bulb hung from the ceiling. Two stories up, it dimly lit the room. “Not much use,” I thought. “What have I got myself into this time?” 

My head lowered and my eyes shifted back to the immediate surroundings. The perimeter held dancing shadows, the floor gritty, as though sandy feet had passed this way before me and the room is round. Flashbacks of carnival fun-houses filled my mind. “Well, I bought no ticket to this ride.”

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