…that some feckless character who offends everyone is the first to say he’s offended?
…that groups of people sharing some afflictions break out in song about some pharmaceutical like they’re in a Broadway musical?
…that the good news always comes at the end?
😎 just sayin’
Forgive all the self-linking but this post continues a story.
It’s been about 18 months since the big change. A few months later, I wrote about its ups and downs:
I wanted to continue doing what I truly love to do on the web without that daily pressure to make the donuts. I like to think my donuts are tasty enough to enjoy even if they weren't available every day.
In January of this year, I wrote adventures of a donut maker:
What the hell does that have to do with donuts?
I guess this curating thing I do on the web is just me hoping to entertain others with the links I share. It’s kinda like what someone hopes to do when they drop off a box of fresh donuts somewhere. Knowing the people in that office (or whatever kind of place) are going to get excited when they taste them donuts is certainly worth the effort.
in the now
“I’m sharing almost as many links per week as I was before while having more time for other ongoing creative projects.” I said that a few months after that big change and am tickled to repeat it now. Like that bulltown thing I do - its very recent offspring at Neocities (a community full of creative folks) has been keeping me busy lately. I’m doing all the things I love to do and having more fun than ever!
Take care...
When financial goals are no longer the center of our existence, time expands. We begin to see life for what it really is: a collection of simple, beautiful moments. A slow morning with a warm cup of tea, a walk through a forest as the sun filters through the trees, or the satisfaction of growing your own food, these moments offer something money can’t buy: peace.
I’ve often said life is good to express my gratitude for being alive. I’ve been kinda lucky (but not always).
Being wakened by pain doesn’t sit well with me. Nothing like interrupted sleep to make one feel like crap for the rest of a new day.
I’ve lived with chronic back problems for about 20 years and the related muscle spasms have increased in frequency and intensity over time. Only recently, some spasms have turned into painful leg cramps while I’m sleeping - that’s when joe says let’s get up!
There’s other health issues to manage too, some of which I’m simply stuck with but one of which I brought on myself and could probably fix if and when I finally get my shit together - makes the spasms seem like a walk in the park (no pun intended).
So I’m trying to work on it - apparently not hard enough… yet.
My day starts now. It’s taken me this long to get in gear.
Three hours in, I’m ready to put challenges aside and move forward.
There’s sunfire in my heart now, handmade from the heart of another I’m lucky to have in my life.
