Breaking for a short break from breaks

I have a few moments. I have been taking a break, but it's just too much. I need something to take my mind off of it. I mean, searching for mental distractions can be so difficult sometimes.

But I guess that's the way of it. Leisure can't be easy. Nothing in life is. Sitting around on my bony behind is just too much work. If only I could lay down and sit down at the same time...wait, I think I'm on to something. But would I call it saying down or litting up? I don't know. I DON'T KNOW!

Oh man, this is just too hard. I need a break. Maybe I'll write a novel or something.

Of course he did something wrong...That's why it's called forgiveness

I feel fairly confident that the title of this blog says it all, but just in case I want to talk some more...I will.

It is somewhat interesting how much we want others to hurt.
"Why did you hit your brother?"
"Because he said I was a poop face."
"Did you forgive him?"
"Yes, and then I hit him."
"Why did you hit him after your forgave him?"
"Because I still felt like he needed punishment."
"Why?"
"Because he did something wrong."
"Of course he did something wrong...That's why it's called forgiveness."

This completely fictional interaction would really never take place, at least not between myself and my children. For one thing, they aren't that introspective. For another, I'm not that patient. And I know, I'm talking about three or four sentences. You might be saying to yourself, "That's not really a lot of patience."

Well, now you know.

Cheers!

Great Goats!

I mean, they eat nearly anything. They give us milk (and I'm pretty sure that cheese comes from that). There are goats that climb mountains, and some goats with legs of different lengths. And in the end, I mean their end, not ours, some goats even give us meat.

I mean sure, goats can be stubborn and mean headed. They can be fussy and annoying. They can even undermine our efforts to help them. But those are all human qualities, and I like humans.

Ipso factorium

The best things in life are free, but are often facilitated by money. This is really a new concept for me. I didn't really start to think about money until I graduated from the university. I had some idea that I would be making money at my job, and I was certainly aware that things cost money. But I have been in easy situations throughout all of my life. I have had enough. I don't often crave the more expensive things that life sometimes calls for, and I am easily satiated. But when it came down to not having enough, I was at a loss and it has nearly broken me.

I did not have enough to pay my bills. I did not have enough to feed my family. I did not have enough to repay my debts.

Each one of these continually added on the other broke parts of my spirit that I may not be able to piece back together(I have no idea how some people face this their entire lives). I did not immediately get the job I expected. In fact, I did not get it at all. I somehow managed to make a little bit under enough and so my debt increased slowly. But I am now working in a job that I would rather not do to get what I need. Though the job is honest and at times enjoyable, I did not plan on it. Selling a service to each person that I meet on every doorstep that I can cross begins to drain my physical and emotional reserves as well. But life is not meant to be easy, and it certainly is not always meant to be fun. However, there is so much of both ease and enjoyment around that they can become distracting goals.

My goals were never so distracted as I find them now. As I say that, I must honestly confess that I am beginning to realize just how much I distracted myself from them. Instead of focusing on my family, my writing, my spirit, and other things that bring true joy, I would focus on how to get ease and pleasure. There is nothing wrong with ease and pleasure unless it comes at the expense of true joy. I find now that true joy takes true dedication and work. I cannot happily work just so that I can play a video game, or just so I can rest for days at a time. I find my work much more enjoyable when I am busy writing during my down time. When I remember my wife in everything I do. And when I remember to build myself spiritually.

I am grateful for this job that I have. Firstly because I am earning money to support my family. And secondly because I am learning about myself. Being nice is not always being good. Ease is not the same as peace. And I am not the same as I was.

Rix Nap Ropper Dir

In the language of my fathers I will greet you.

Hello.

The amount of patience it takes to move forward had often baffled me. But I guess it shouldn't come as a surprise because procrastination is not the only attribute that I aspire to perfect. That being the case, I have moved forward of my own volition at times. Like the time I was at the grocery store, and I moved forward. Though you might attribute that to the empty space in front of me, the angry customers behind me, and the cashier impatiently waiting for my purchase. You might, but I won't.

If things tend to work out for you, I would suggest that you go with it. There is a lot to be said about things like that.

But I guess if there is a point appointed to this pitifully poor collection of quaintly preposterous paragraphs, it purports to be this. And I quote. "Hello." I'm watching my Ps and Qs roll off the quickly typing tips of my fingers like there was no qqqqqq tomorrow.

In the language of my mothers I will bid you farewell.

Farewell.

Infinite Times Eating Snow Peas Times Two

If there is anything less enjoyable than running down a jagged rocky hill filled with spiky bushes while it is raining lemon juice and lava at the same time, I don't think that I want to know. It's not that I don't like knowledge, it's just that I don't think it will be much use. Plus, I'm really just afraid.

But on the other hand, I have an interesting bit of information (and by information you of course know that I mean trivia). Did you know that fire ants are extremely protective of their queens. If they feel the colony is in danger, they will move the queen down one of their tunnels to a new location. This is part of the reason that Fire ants are so hard to kill.

Also, a colony can have more than one queen.

And lemon juice never rains from the sky.

Leaves shaking at the breeze

I live in a fantasy. I am constantly reminded of locations and events that live only in my mind. I have lived in these worlds which have as much reality to me, almost, as the one in which I live and breath. I step between them as if jumping from one room to the next.

One minute I am in a 30's era mystery inspired by Cthulu events, and the next I am in a 20's era noir type adventure making deliveries as a pilot who lives on an island chain hundreds of miles from any mainland. Gunships and airborne cities circle over my head.

I sup with the characters and listen to their stories. I realize that in some way they are all me. I feel their anguish as the make the wrong choices and hurt the ones they would save. I struggle with them as they try to right their own wrongs and the wrongs of the world. I empathize as they hide from the hard choices in front of them.

I have very little imagination. These characters and places are gifts to me. I love that I have met them.

What an amazing thing

Figures walk in and out of my room. As I stare intently at my screen, I am lost. The world dances and the figures in it make their trails to and fro. Where is my place in all this magic? Right here. The words rolling off my fingertips pour meaning into me as surely as I strive to pour meaning into them. What a strange duplicity.

I recently drove across a bit of country well known for its ability to inspire folklore and legend. This magical land called West Virginia inspired me to such a length that I can almost believe in Rip Vanwinkle.

The clouds laid over my path just far enough up to be called by their true name and not fog. They drizzled water down on my automobile in some mystical shower. The hills or mountains, or walls of trees (I am still not sure if they had an end) surrounded me in so much wonder. To add to all of my enjoyment, high bridges emerged unbidden from the sides of these mountains and disappeared just as quickly into their destination with no signs of roads connecting them to the rest of the world. These lovely structures seemed almost integral to the structure of such a magical place, as if they were mere girders that the mountains had been built on by some long forgotten race.

In short, the Appalachian mountains at the southern edge of West Virginia have captured my imagination.

Beep boop dep dop

Running around the world today I realized that I wasn't really running around the world. I know, it's a fairly standard thing to run around the world, but I haven't done it. Superman can, but I can't. And not running around the world led me to think about all of the other things I can't do.

Breathing water: This would be handy for sleeping in the bathtub.
Eating granite: I mean, it would make it so much easier to get all the rocks out of my garden...but I think I would have to broaden that to eating rocks.
Finishing my prize winning novel: Okay, I can't really think why this would be useful, but I've heard that it is exhilarating at the very least.

So, you got me, I'm just joking around. But It's such a common complaint among people who want to do something great. I've got it too. But just finishing a project is often all it takes to get to the next step. Sometimes I forget that it takes a lot of hard work and (let's be honest here) mistakes to become better.

So, if I add nothing to your life today, let me not add that it is often better to do something than nothing. Especially when that something paves the way to something great.