The reach

Well something I have thought about a lot this week was why it is so hard to form a habit but so very easy at times to get rid of one and vice versa. I think it has something to do with good and bad. Because it seems to me that bad habits stick, and good habits are like trying to catch a bowling ball covered in Crisco. I have been recently worried about my spiritual habits and my worldly habits. Not to say that spiritual=good and worldly=bad, but maybe a little bit. My worldly habits are taking over my life. Like in that horrendously lame movie where the earth is invaded by alien tripod fighting machines, my life is the earth in that movie. So where is my dang Tom Cruise?

It’s like when you set your pen down on the table and it starts rolling off the edge. You reach as fast as your reflexes go and desperately grasp the edge of the table just as the pen drops off that mini-cliff...and it’s gone. I am as of right now, reaching. I set the good habits down for one planck unit, a single planck unit. That is the smallest measurable unit of time. I looked it up. But I did this. I set them on the table for that miniscule amount of time. My good habits go a-rollin' off the table and I am left here, with my hand outstretched in slo-mo time, reaching, hoping that I can get to them before they fall and are gone forever; before I have to reach down to the floor and pick them back up again.

In a way, the reach is a blessing, in a way it's a wake-up call, and in a way it is needed.

I have been found reaching. Have you?



I sat down to enjoy a lovely break from schoolness and this is what I find. Desperate much?


Breathe me

The current song I am listening to. It has absolutely nothing to do with what I am about to write but if you want something catchy to listen to, dig.
Here's a little peek into my current situation. Enjoy.

It's like you, right now, John/Jane Doe, as you are putting on a white shirt and tie. It's similar to you sticking a Parker pen & a Blackberry in your pocket, buttoning the top two buttons of your suit coat & walking into that building in Cupertino, California and trying to do Steve Jobs' job. You can not. You just can't. Your suit is not a magic suit. That tie doesn't put spreadsheets, facts, figures & business plans into your brain. That Parker pen doesn't approve & sign multi-million dollar business deals for you. And that Blackberry will not call your recently approved clients or send e-mails or communicate with other businesses throughout the world all on its own. Excuse my french, but what the Sam Hill do you think you're doing?

To be overbearingly metaphorical and hyperbolic,
it's like that.

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