This phrase pops into my during times of stress. “Keep moving.” “Don’t over look the small stuff”.
What does it mean to you? What quotes do you keep handy for times where you feel like your head is going to explode?
I am a serious Doctor Who fan. When I think about what I miss I secretly picture the Doctor (10th incarnation plx) sweeping me away and us going slightly back in time to the 80’s-90’s and doing all.the.things.
So you wouldn’t travel through time and space to visit epic moments in history? Maybe eventually.
There are some things I wasn’t quite done with yet. So we’ll start there.
In no particular order:
Granted the older I get the more of these are coming back. However the invent of DVR’s and streaming video kind of killed the desire to wake up early on Saturday morning. Right now I can think of no conceivable reason to get out of bed on Saturdays at all.
‘Kay, so before you start on your “Omg what a noob?! Who would ever want a bicycle shaped like a unicorn?! What a frea….!!” I would. I straight up tied jump rope to my bicycle to make it more “horse-like”. I am pretty sure I even named my
I rode my bike every single danged moment I possibly could when I was a kid. Adults had cars and I had my bike. Wut? Wut?
Why don’t I get a bike now and ride it all.the.time? Well you have a point I totally should. It would still be completely amazing and rad, just not as completely amazing and rad as it was when I was kid. I am not sure I am ready for the brick wall of disappointment just yet.
Now I know there are some kids that are responsible and make decisions based on their future dreams and aspirations… I was not one of them. I was balls to the wall convinced I wasn’t going to make it into adulthood. Actually, I don’t think I ever even thought that far ahead. There was not a single care to be given. I lived life on a day to day basis.
Now, I find myself planning when I should pee for most optimal productivity. Making up for lost time much? Such.
How about you? What do you miss? Spill it.
…the dream of the 90’s is alive in Portland..
Oh the grand art of brevity! If you have ever read any of my writing or spoken to me to any extent you will know this isn’t one of my strong skill sets.
Today’s assignment is to “sell myself in 10 words or less”.
It is really more of a mission statement than a description. Ten words isn’t a lot of wiggle room.
” Realizes each moment is a piece of the big puzzle.”
This is what I strive to remember each moment of every day. That statement describes how I live my life and therefore certainly fits “selling yourself in 10 words or less”. Notice that I am attempting to justify my choice here?
Here is a perfect visual representation:
How would you sell yourself in 10 words or less?
Mine would be to make your own decisions. Seems like simple logical advice. If it is why do so many people (myself included) have such a hard time doing it?
It seems easier at first to hand over the reigns to another person. Having someone to blame seems like a pretty good set up. “Wasn’t me, they told me it was a good idea.” That excuse ever work for you when you were growing up? Yeah, me neither.
Our most important life lessons stem from our greatest failures. Doesn’t that mean if we are letting others make our decisions then we’re setting ourselves up to be stagnant? Gross.
I know I have been guilty of this.
You are the subject matter expert of your own life. Take the lead.
Today I am to write about things that make me uncomfortable. While planning I came up with quite the list:
messes, sharing feelings, crowds, boogers, creepy old men and change.
Call me boring but I like routines, schedules. Change is needed to bring about growth… growth is kinda sorta the purpose of this whole life thing.
Somewhere within this jumbled mess of a brain I have it that change is opportunity for hurt, pain, negativity. Anytime I choose to get out of bed there is an opportunity for all of those things. What I seem to forget to realize is that there is also opportunity for increases happiness, success, and adventure.
Rolling this around in my head it seems the only real logical fear should be of life remaining stagnant.