I need more than 24 hours in my day.
I suppose that’s not entirely true; I don’t really need more than 24 hours in the day. I could do just fine with more than 60 minutes in an hour, an extra 500 or so seconds in a minute or maybe just a few additional days in the week (say, seventeen).
But seriously, I clearly need more time to accomplish all that I have to accomplish. To butcher a well over-used cliche: “I have so much to do I’ll never die”.
Except Continue reading More Than 24
Sometimes I’m slow.
This will be one of those startling revelations by anyone who hangs out with me for any period of time. While my body may tuned to automatically react to a volleyball shot when it comes to social situations my brain sometimes pulls the equivalent of grinding into second gear in a candy apple red ’69 Mustang.
For the most part these situations are short-lived; it’s a few moments and things suddenly fall back into place. Every so often it will take a little longer and I might maintain that puzzled or clueless look for Continue reading Click
When I originally envisioned this post I figured I’d quote a little Shakespeare and roll from there, a la:
“To be, or not to be: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d.”
(Hamlet in “The tragedie of Hamlet, prince of Denmarke” by none other than the bard himself)
And then Continue reading To Be Or Not To Be
Sometimes a picture is worth a thousand words.
And sometimes it’s worth $268.1m.
This is not the latter case although one could, in theory, argue that the picture attached to this particular post is really priceless because it could possibly add the one thing you can’t buy to your life: time.
(how about THAT for an opening to convince you to read my post?)
(and yes, I realize I should have had a slightly different title with a picture of Alfred E. Neuman but I didn’t – so don’t worry about it…)
Seriously, though, “don’t worry, be happy” is a great motto to live by. I try to live by it and I would say I’m pretty happy on the whole when all is said and done.
Worry provides absolutely no practical value to the equation of life. All it does is Continue reading Why Worry?
I was originally going to write this as a more specific question of “why do you take photographs?”, spawned by the post image that a friend of mine (Anita) took of my youngest taking photos at Volleyball Beach for one of the recent tournaments and focusing on asking all the amateur (or professional) photographers to haul their cameras out over the summer and fall and capture some of the best shots that they think personify what life at Volleyball Beach is.
On that particular topic (as an aside) he does it because I make him (or, more accurately, tell him “you’re taking pictures; get to it”), although he has been asking for a camera of late so hopefully there’s some actual “I want to” sinking in there. I take pictures because Continue reading Why Do You?
There’s no denying that it hurts, but as long as the band-aid that you’ve got over your wound isn’t made with super-glue for adhesive ripping off the bandage is likely going to provide a better result than leaving it on. In the long-term, anyway.
The kicker is even though we all know this (or almost all of us, anyway – you know who you are, exception) we still hem and haw, stall and overthink it.
This is especially true if Continue reading Ripping Off The Band-aid
Who’s running your life?
Does somebody have their fingers wrapped around the strings that make your arms and legs dance? Or maybe they’ve got their hand up your, um, Muppet controlling your every move. Who is it?
Or do you think you’re really in charge?
Maybe you are. Maybe you’re someone who’s in complete control of their life, answering to nobody, not letting anybody influence them consciously (or sub-consciously).
Or maybe, just maybe, you do have Continue reading Pulling Strings