Monday, March 11, 2013

Coaxing words out of my head.

Some days we are inspired. We walk through life with our heads tall, eyes clear, commanding and deciding, as life parts before us. We can do no wrong and whatever magic chemicals our bodies produce are surging through us and everything is more than right. The lighting of the sun, the songs that play and the people we come across seem better and more fantastical as the hours move. Those are the Kings of days.

All days cannot be such but I am so thankful for those that are. They are the bright glints and diamonds of our lives. They make me keep reaching, working, striving and grasping. Looking back at them, I can see them in the future. They come around unannounced and always needed.

Today is strange. I am in an odd mood that I cannot quite define. I did something bizarre for my usual predictable pattern of behavior. I woke up this morning, cooked and ate breakfast and then went back to bed and slept for another three hours. I cannot remember a day that I have ever done that. I have started this day twice. I wonder what it may hold for me?

A situation I am pondering in life right now but have few words for. Michael texted me. He saw a convertible like mine driving around with the top down the other day and was reminded of me. He wants to get coffee tomorrow. I don't know if my mind and heart can handle seeing him again. I have to say, despite all the warning bells and whistles going off, my face was smiling like an idiot. I will follow my heart, as I always do. Nothing ventured...

I have two days off of work after a slam bang week of cooking my tail off. I have to admit, I kicked some serious ass in my kitchen and am a little proud of that! I don't know what I am going to pack into these forty eight hours, but at the least, sharing a few words here has been done. Has anyone seen my muse? That bastard boy seems to have taken off and stolen all my words, or at least borrowed them for a bit of time. I'd like to get back into the swing of writing and doing it is the only way to make it happen.

Whoever you are and wherever you may be, thanks for popping in here for a look. Have a better day. I know I will, just because I got to talk to you. :)


PS: This post was written while I was listening to the very first album I ever purchased when I was sixteen years old. I kept turning it up louder and louder and am now ready to fucking PWN this day! KICK ASS! *plays air guitar and dances around in my pj pants*

PSS: I also may have had too much coffee, MUCH too quickly. o.O


  1. Know that I have had a better day after reading your blog. After being out of town and not checking in, I forgot how much I missed reading about what you were thinking and doing.

    I hope coffee with Michael was everything you thought it was going to be. When I saw that, I was reminded of one of my favorite lyrics: "...My heart won't tell my mind to tell my mouth what it should say..."

    As always, thanks for sharing and wishing you all the best.

    PS: As long as you didn't shower, it's ok to go back to bed after breakfast :)

  2. Thank you, man. I appreciate your words and the tip on going back to bed. Those lyrics say a lot in a little space. I hope you enjoyed your trip to Vegas. Welcome home.

  3. It really resonated with me, the story of inspiration, waking up and feeling alive. When I got to the end of your post, and saw you were listening to music, I was practically reliving some of those moments, walking around town, reading books, just being alive. It was cool, thanks for that.

    I haven't added anyone to my blogroll in a while, I am a new reader and I look forward to reading a lot more.

  4. Thank you and welcome! Always good to see a new face around here. Feel free to poke around and peruse as you like. :)


  5. What was that first album? Inquiring minds want to know...

  6. Laugh if you want, but that first album was Chicago: Greatest Hits: 1982-1989. I never realized they were break up songs till a friend pointed that out the other day. I just always loved and listened to the music, not the words. :)