“The key to flow is to pursue an activity for its own sake, not for the rewards it brings.” ~ Susan Cain
“I believe that each person has a favorite place, a tree, a mountain, or a beach which they want to come back to, even if the return can only take place in the boundaries of their imagination.” ~ Sana Szewczyk
“Writing is really just a matter of writing a lot, writing consistently and having faith that you’ll continue to get better and better. Sometimes, people think that if they don’t display great talent and have some success right away, they won’t succeed. But writing is about struggling through and learning and finding out what it is about writing itself that you really love.” ~ Laura Kasischke
At 4 AM the sounds of Johnny Ray were emerging from somewhere in the night. No complaints here, it was just somehow out of context. I mean, when is the last time you heard of, much less from Johnny Ray? Be that as it may, it is otherwise a peaceful morning. Good coffee, sleeping cat. Workday, Friday. Been three consecutive days off in a row, two weeks in a row. It will feel good to get moving again. Work is hard, for reasons that I may have mentioned sporadically over the past two months. There is no doubt that people are stressed; some scared, some worried, some oblivious, some clueless. Pandemic stuff. Nothing to see here. Move along. I can see my sarcasm is functional this morning. That’s not always true. Sometimes I start my day in a sweet mood which betrays the old Flower Child that I surely am. Yes, I hung out with hippies back in the day, but hippies are not by default the same thing as Flower Children. Nor are the two mutually exclusive. Just sayin’. I know a woman who gets creeped out (her term) by hippies and Flower Children. Go figure. We ain’t so bad. Do ya reckon her perspective is a product of upbringing? Duh. Regardless, I am not offended. I’ve got bigger fish to fry. Mmmm, fish and chips sound good right about now.
All is well. Goof gloriously.