Last week, I was rifling through my backpack and discovered it was full of tea and disciples.
The “tea” part was several bags of Yogi Tea’s excellent Kava Stress Relief blend* and the “disciples” part was 11 little flash cards from Sunday School my daughter had stuffed in my bag the previous weekend.
True to character, Judas [...]
This morning, my commute was interrupted by a man who was considering jumping off a bridge.
I would like to be able to say that I don’t understand that.
The truth is, I understand it all too well.
There is a point at which you have passed your own personal pain threshold, and the hits just keep on [...]
I caught The Princess Bride before typing up this recap. Maybe it’s just transference, but it seemed like there were several nods to that movie in this episode, as well as one truly epic Empire Strikes Back nod.
You live out of your history. It tells you who you are. Which is why change is so very hard. But sometimes in life, you reach the point where it becomes necessary. So as hard as it is, you do it. You do a new story into being.
There’s too much actual work that needs to be done to see this world transformed into something better to pat ourselves on the back for copying and pasting a Facebook status.
So we’ve now cleared up for even the really slow among us, that this is not a flashback to the Oceanic 815 flight we remember. And also, that blowing up the bomb was not laser-precise method for fixing everyone’s screwed up lives.
The thing about change is, you can’t really predict how it will ripple outwards. Sometimes you get what you need. All that you need. Even some stuff you didn’t really want.
I don’t want my very last season of LOST to be 18 episodes of exposition…I want a rip-roaring, rollicking good story by the end of this thing. It may well be the beginning of the end, but it ain’t over till it’s over, baby.
Next week, I’m going to start a new feature: Fiction Fridays. I’ll be posting a short fiction piece for your reading enjoyment. Or not, if you don’t find it particularly enjoyable. But I’m going to enjoy writing them, and it’s my blog, so that’s the really important thing, right?
I’ve felt like I’m living as an alternate reality version of myself. I’ve had this idea of myself as a flaky, creative, unfocused person. I spent most of last year being a high-strung, Type-A person. Neither one really fits. So I have to find a new alternate reality.
