Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Oh, the adventures...

Sand is falling through the skinny, unforgiving neck of the hourglass. Time slips away and try as we might to retrieve it, it is gone forever. I sit and stare at the face of my watch and wonder how things would be if I could focus in and make that malicious little "seconds" hand start counting me back my minutes. I could conquer the world. I could accomplish anything. Alas, life is not that simple. I must choose instead to make every last tick-tock count. Carpe Diem is such an interesting phrase. I mentioned in an earlier post my views on the idea of "making your own luck." This idea is best explained by my views on the trite phrase,"Good things come to those who wait." I think this is completely false. Tolerable things come to those who wait. Good things come to those who work their asses off and never give up. I think this idea and "carpe diem" are the perfect pair. By seizing my day from the second my toes touch the cold morning floor, to the instant my head falls upon that elysium we refer to as "the cold side of the pillow," I present myself with more wonderful opportunities than the mind can comprehend. Taking advantage of the vast myriad of choices before us is going to be the only way that any of us will ever accomplish something great or establish anything that will last longer than our mortal bodies. "Continuous effort - not strength or intelligence - is the key to unlocking our potential." ~Winston Churchill

[I apologize in advance for the vague nature of what you're about to read. However unless you are one of my two supreme confidants (my younger brother/best friend, and my dog) the details are of little importance to you at this moment.] I've recently been presented with a choice whose potential seems boundless. I would be a fool not to grab on and enjoy the ride, regardless of how long it lasts. This choice could lead me in a brand new direction. I sat down today and fervently contemplated whether or not this direction was right for me, and I have come to a firm and resounding conclusion; I'm in.

I am excited for the first time in a long time. I can sense adventure on my immediate horizon. It smells like wildflowers, Fiji water, and summer sun. It looks like an empty appointment book and a full tank of gas.

Oh the adventures we will have.
Oh, the adventures...

Monday, April 29, 2013

Man Overboard

Acceptance is beautiful. Today I washed my favorite poison from my life, and could not be more pleased with my decision. I've been through every step with this bad habit of mine, except acceptance. Until today I have continuously failed to recognize the situation for what it was; toxic. I have hemmed, hawed, and stalled to the best of my abilities waiting for the circumstances and bad attitudes to change. Coincidentally, it was words of wisdom from tattooed miscreant Ronnie Radke that saved me today. "So save yourself! Because the tide is rising high... It's sink or swim. It's hit or miss. What will you pick? So take some action! Don't let the undertow grab hold. It's sink or swim. It's hit or miss. Man overboard. I bid farewell, to you fairweather friend. I know someday you'll get what you deserve. And after all the bridges you have burned, I forgive you for the things you have done. I bid farewell." I will finish with some words of my own. You will poison my life and darken my doorway, no more.