I know for some it is mason jars, books, sneakers or jewelry, but for me it is my Netflix queue. Between a typed out list and movies I've added recently, not to mention all the one's available instantly, I have about 370 movies on my current list. This is the reason why I'll never sleep and why I'll never delve into Breaking Bad or any other elongated drama.
In other news, I'm thinking we need to rethink the thought process behind random acts of kindness. Not the act, but some of you don't understand what the worn random means. If it's part of your job...not random. If it's donating to a charity...not random. If you go above and beyond, while doing something you had already planned on doing...not random. I'm not saying they aren't well done with the greatest of intentions and thoughtfulness, they simply aren't random. Seriously, think about the last time you did something purely altruistic without an inkling of planning.
By this time next week, three of my friends will have babies. While all of them seem to have traveled much different paths and all are in different stages of their lives, they are all around the same age, all beautiful women and I have no doubt, they will be outstanding mothers. I wish them all the best and a lifetime of health and happiness.
Maybe it's my usual cynicism, but there was something special about the snowfall on the first day of spring. It's like waiting til Christmas morning to rip open your presents, but having to wait for your grandparents to arrive, so they can see your face when you open them.
I heard it in a movie recently and it reminded me of one of my favorite sayings: Festina Lente
People think they know what others go through, but the reality is, it's easier to believe the lies than to ask for the truth. I'm thankful for the people who say hello, but that number is less and less as each month goes by. It didn't bother me at first, but then someone wrote me and put the nothingness of things in perspective and how the rare few who get it are the outcasts. Somehow I'm fine with that, but would love to be convinced I'm wrong.
Have you ever forgotten a certain smell, because it became something you took for granted, much like the person it reminded you of, but you'd give anything to smell it again? It's odd, but some people, regardless of the distance or the time spent apart, bring us comfort and the only thing that separates us from that is time. Even the smell, without their presence, would suffice. I guess in many ways, that's what me miss so much about Spring.
I have a few friend with family members who are sick. I don't pray, but I've spent a little time thinking about them. I also have a friend who is going through something and I take some time to think about them every single day. I don't light candles or look to the heavens, but I spend a little time thinking about how much brighter my world is and I assume, no I know, if mine is made better, then the ones they are closest too must be blinded by their presence. Corny? I'm not very good with compliments, but I'm sincere with them.
In other news, I'm thinking we need to rethink the thought process behind random acts of kindness. Not the act, but some of you don't understand what the worn random means. If it's part of your job...not random. If it's donating to a charity...not random. If you go above and beyond, while doing something you had already planned on doing...not random. I'm not saying they aren't well done with the greatest of intentions and thoughtfulness, they simply aren't random. Seriously, think about the last time you did something purely altruistic without an inkling of planning.
By this time next week, three of my friends will have babies. While all of them seem to have traveled much different paths and all are in different stages of their lives, they are all around the same age, all beautiful women and I have no doubt, they will be outstanding mothers. I wish them all the best and a lifetime of health and happiness.
Maybe it's my usual cynicism, but there was something special about the snowfall on the first day of spring. It's like waiting til Christmas morning to rip open your presents, but having to wait for your grandparents to arrive, so they can see your face when you open them.
I heard it in a movie recently and it reminded me of one of my favorite sayings: Festina Lente
People think they know what others go through, but the reality is, it's easier to believe the lies than to ask for the truth. I'm thankful for the people who say hello, but that number is less and less as each month goes by. It didn't bother me at first, but then someone wrote me and put the nothingness of things in perspective and how the rare few who get it are the outcasts. Somehow I'm fine with that, but would love to be convinced I'm wrong.
Have you ever forgotten a certain smell, because it became something you took for granted, much like the person it reminded you of, but you'd give anything to smell it again? It's odd, but some people, regardless of the distance or the time spent apart, bring us comfort and the only thing that separates us from that is time. Even the smell, without their presence, would suffice. I guess in many ways, that's what me miss so much about Spring.
I have a few friend with family members who are sick. I don't pray, but I've spent a little time thinking about them. I also have a friend who is going through something and I take some time to think about them every single day. I don't light candles or look to the heavens, but I spend a little time thinking about how much brighter my world is and I assume, no I know, if mine is made better, then the ones they are closest too must be blinded by their presence. Corny? I'm not very good with compliments, but I'm sincere with them.
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