we rise towards the sun
leaving the bleak behind us
The daily adventures of owning a pet monkey. 🙂
“August! You better get down here!”
“Why won’t you listen to me?”
“You sure are a cheeky monkey!”
Image credit- Lewis Roberts- Unsplash
our allotted time
in the moments
when we expand into them
opt for significance
Expand into your uncomfortable zone.
Relish the anguish.
Capture your strength.
Propel into your future.
Just because you dared.
I’d like to rub elbows with as many determined experiences as my life can possibly contain.
There will likely be uninvited events, surely wounding me.
But sandwiched in between, moments of soothing and reflective downtime.
Bring it on, life.
I’ve never been more prepared.
My process is to Read, Think and Write. You might say it’s quite simplistic, but you’d be wrong.
The only effortless part of the process is reading. It’s a joy to immerse myself in others’ thoughts, get to know them through their words. And they spur me on towards my musings about things. Their things. They create an interest in me I need to discover further and intensely.
I think diligently. Mull their things over inside my brain and insides. What does it feel like to them, what does it feel like to me? What do I think about that as it presents to the world? Would I do/feel different or do I agree? Does it propel me into taking the next step to evaluate it on paper? Is it a stepping stone, and does it catapult me into furthering my own greatness? These questions, this wrapping myself up in their writing allows me to discover another level of myself.
I am but the person who takes the intentional influence and runs with it. Every thought gives me new reasons to soar with the eagles.
Read… Think… Write… That’s living.
And that’s succeeding in my book.
This is an old image of me. I was 27 years old. But the look, that attitude, that hasn’t changed. Still sassy, still owning a presence that’s hard to ignore. My best friend said something to me recently which says it all…
“It’s all right there in blonde and tall.”
For me now, the goal of writing is to vividly present written expressions of myself.
May it have as much personality as my visual presence projects – truth, energy, and guts.
I’m new, fresh and a blank slate in every experience I live.
You come along and make me feel.
You being every life connecting to my world.
Cross my path, and I become ripe for an adventure.
It’s random or intentional.
It’s welcome. Truly appreciated.
Change comes out of discussion, influence, suggestion, disappointment, care, and investment.
Life gets richer from experiences changing us. We’re molded out of intensity or subtleness in every episode.
You contribute to the ever-updating version of me.
The variance in my thoughts ready to encounter the subsequent experience.
Life seems elaborate and intricate while I focus on how to become coherent.
My complexity deepens while the definitions of myself are simplifying.
How could I be otherwise?