Zero to ninety from apathy to exploding tendencies. From me to you. With love of course

Ever wonder?

Ever wonder about the what and why and how and the older we get

(By God’s good grace, of course),

The less able.

The less able we are to move, drop it like it’s hot, and pick up a simple balled up piece of tissue that has fallen on the floor? It takes longer to get up, get down and many easy-peasy used-to-be activities in between.

We used to be able to bump and grind with the best of ‘em. Now? We bump into persons, places and things and cannot remember how we got there. Or here. Or what just happened. The bruises are the receipt that something just happened, however we aren’t quite certain what.

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The aches. The pains. The longer minutes spent brushing and flossing and tweaking and meaking. The stiffness. The bored stiffness. Blasé is as blase does. Life becomes monotonous in many nuanced ways.

Is it all “worth it.” Is it, at all, worth the time. My time. Your time.

Let’s just admit. It is a dog eat dog world out there. Competition is the name of the game.

So.

Game on.

Who wants to be as fun as a wet weekend?

Not me.

I aspire to be more and reap the sow of more out of this crazy thing called life . With love. From me to you, of course. If that may mean I must become apathetic to the maniacal crazies. So be it. The excruciating details have become not only excruciatingly mind numbing.

They are just the same old same old. One-dimensional ways to push the apple cart down the road with deteriorating wheels and a rusted out container. Lies. Cover-ups. Excuses. Pleading the fifth for the umpteenth time. No more self inflicted wounds, no more self-incrimination on my back.

Not for me.

With love, from me to you.

Of. Course.

What a wonderful day it would be to really wake up. Wake up and smell the coffee. A moment in time came change a moment in life. To be in the moment is a beautiful and wondrous happening.

To do list today:

1. Wake up.

2. Smell the coffee.

3. No regrets.

4. Attack the day.

The world around us is changing in rapid speed ways and if one blinks, they miss a whole lot of the true story. The real story. Drama can be as enticing as the sprinkled, over-frosted cupcake staring at us right in the face, as if to say,

”Bite me.”

Hey. When any one of us gets away with things long enough, no one looks back anymore. The persons, places and things left in the dust of the uncertain, insecure games and sketchy perspectives finally expressed by rebuff:

”Enough.”

”Stop it.”

Or at the very least.

”I take my ball and go home.”

With love, of course, From me to you.

When we realize, too late, that it may be too late to care about the what has been, the what was, is when bold regret takes the place of logical and good common sense. Productive common sense. Forward seeking health and well being dwindles. Punt?

Nope.

With love. From me to you. of course.

Overtime, not even Peter would stand for robbery by and for Paul. Incidentals cause the splits hairs and shedding thinness becomes the norm. Does nobody any good. Badness for all. Goodness comes from within. It is possible, but not easy. It is simple, but not easy.

Then again, struggle is what puts hair on our chest.☺️The beating heart underneath it all begins to beat excitedly instead of dreadfully. When we have an opportunity to lend our hands and feet, honestly for our neighbor too weakened by circumstances to ask for help out right. Life is good.

Take hold.

True service to others can be felt in the inner core. Otherwise life takes on the same old same old of the smoke and mirrors. Foggy. Cracked.

Service is a way of life.

Take a whack at it?

Service is a way of life.

Take a crack at it?

Service is a way of life.

Aspire to do better?

Service is a way of life.

The less words said, the better.

To dismiss is to abandon one’s obligation to one another. Pass up the chance to radiate good among all the dramatic lies permeating the airwaves and by ways. Overlooked honesty is the quiet part.

When the quiet part is finally said aloud.

Bridges are built.

Better still.

Those bridges can be walked on.

Until the smoke and mirrors clears up. The tendency to go from zero to ninety is not only heightened, it blows up any progress to date.

Good for no one. Bad for everyone.

Ugh. Yuck. Forget to remember who and what matters is an epidemic. Past faults and failings must be highlighted in order to learn from our mistakes. We can all learn a thing or two about regret and misunderstandings. Mistakes are the endeavor to do better. Be better.

Be Best.

An instrument of peace quietly plays in the background. Slowly, beautifully, the cadence becomes more recognizable, the melodies more flowing and the march more prounounced. We can all take a minute or two of our day to thank the one directing the orchestra down here on planet earth.

Him.

He saves those of us who aspire to do good. Not simply on the face value of it, but deep in the core often borne of fear and frustration, too. No arrogance allowed. We can all take a part and can all do more. Kidding ourselves as to the why will be determined by Him and only Him at the end of our days.

When He he decides to call us home.

Until then.

Game on.

Service. In Him, is a way of life.

Anything else is empty. Glass half full? Glass half empty?

In the end it doesn’t matter.

Peter knew.

Paul, too.

Who really fills our cup🙂

We should know, but we forget to remember.

To do list today: (Revised)

1. Wake up.

2. Smell the coffee.

3. No regrets.

4. Attack the day

5. Say a prayer.

6. Have a great day.

From me to you☺️

With love, of course.