The Year So Far:
I didn’t make any tragic resolutions this past year, I think I was approaching it on a simplistic level. Not so sure, now that were nearly half way complete with the actual year. It will be resolution season before you know it, I honestly can say I’m happy with the any progress I’ve made. It’s not so much, but it’s enough to fuel the direction I’m desiring for myself in this moment, year or whatever.
The biggest goal I set myself was to be doing a consistent amount of blog posts. And yes of course I could be doing way more, yet I’ve stayed on track with the doing more post, kinda peeling the onion some more. There are layers to this blogging stuff and there will be always topics and situations to discuss. I thought the challenge for me was going to be me being distracted from the blog.
I guess the real challenge is that I’m not trying to find the biggest challenge for myself. I have the blog to keep me stimulated, although I need to be finding other ways to test myself. Growing is tough and this year is almost understanding that to the fullest, we fall down, and it’s embarrassing and humiliating, it’s also beautiful because the self is experiencing the this wonderful universe. And that is fuckin’ awesome….
Do your name justice
Fun time is always fast time
Hoping for balance.
This was something I knew nothing about, there was a few celebrity blogs I checked out but I never really saw the depth of what a blog could mean to me. I wanted to continue the blog because it was this resource for discussion in my day to day interactions.
When I first started storiesfrommystomach I was in college and it was something to share with friends and classmates. Of course asking my mom to read particular ones, the ones about family.
Now in the present moment I’m still at with the blog, It seems I do only poetry post these days but I know their waiting to come out. This blog is for me and it lifts me up to know someone wants and will read what I post. It is my therapy and when you read something that resonates, I am floating on cloud nine.
I can read these post alone forever and everything is fine but it is nothing compared to the connection I feel when a reader is able to add their own insights and have a new revelation about a topic I’m talking about. I think the readers make everything work.
A million thank yous to anyone willing to take time out of their day to read something I wrote. I’ve made some great friends through the blog and what always makes me happy is that it leads to other discussions. And that’s what it’s all about. Preserving the quest for knowledge and wisdom, getting these treasures with some good people.
One of my favorite comedians/writers is Jerry Sienfeld. He’s brilliant. So Sienfeld disagrees with the phrase life is short, he says it’s the opposite, life is too long. Jerry was referencing this statement because he was saying we need things to occupy us. Explaining why we have worshiped celebrities that really have no artistic skill that would make them great.
Regardless if I’m what you use to kill time or you find some higher power in the words I put down, you are loved and highly regarded in my eyes.
I am in good company with all who supports this endeavor.
Utopia: an imaginary place in which the government, laws, and social conditions are perfect.
I would want a place where the biggest concern of the people would be creativity loss. A place where a individual could live a normal life but at least an hour of the day is spent on mastering or working on a piece of art.
The expression of the soul was a what makes the world work. To neglect that outlet and be more focused on day-to-day tasks is crime.
The idea of creativity is wide and it takes cooperation with the mind, body and soul. To actually produce something from nothing but a random idea in that wonderful head of yours. Following through on actions is how things take shape.
A community of good creative energy fueling the space holding everyone together in thought.
Every Sunday there’s a concert.
Beginnings will end
Make the most of your time here
Chores are chores and wither we like them or not, I have to do them. Now I would say that laundry is my least favorite task to do at home. Especially if you start running out of clothes to wear. You start to get to the back of the closet and you find clothes that don’t fit right. The socks with the holes in them, when you see holes in your socks and briefs, then thats a hint to do a load of laundry.
The bigger the hole and weaker the elastic should indicate the size of the pile of clothes waiting for you to put them in the machine.
Put the clothes in and your good. Right?
Well, there is pre-production to laundry, I need to check my pants pockets, you know get the clothes ready. Separate them and stuff. And even though I inspect all my pockets, something still gets through. You put your load in the washing machine and wait.
Place them in the dryer,
Then you wait more.
You take them out of the dryer and they are officially clean. Right?
No not really, They need to be put away. Besides the fact that they are clean and wear able for me, but now they need to be placed in a setting more suitable to their liking. So this means you need separate them again, match the socks, fold or hang up the shirts and pants.
It almost can seem like an unending cycle because the clothes coming out of the dryer are ones I want to wear right away. I’ll wear them clean and then suddenly they are dirty. And you know the rest because I just explained it.
Post production is almost like pre-pre production.