I shot a man in Reno
Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I've only got 3 days of work left.
The stress of this was too much, so I decided to drink coffee, watch sportcenter, go to the gym for a while, and start my work day at the crack of 10:45.
Being a short-timer is a wonderful thing.
It's a beautiful, sunny day here in Wisconsin. One of those days where the breeze blows through the lush green trees, and the warm temperatures bring you back memories of school days... when you cross days off the calendar until summer vacation.
Summer vacation. Was there anything better?
There was a stretch of time, from maybe 1st through 6th grade, where it was endless and seemed to last forever. It was the ultimate freedom. Just you, your bike, the open road, and the click-click-click-click of the card in your spokes. Perhaps today, we will stack some cinder block and make a ramp to jump our bikes off for hours. Maybe some swimming.
No distractions from pure fun. Hormones had yet to take control of your body, so there were no worries or thoughts about the opposite sex, except whether or not they could play kickball. "Work" was a concept that had yet to enter the mind, and "responsibility" was getting home for dinner to avoid getting your ass whipped. "Money" was something you might need to buy an ice cream cone.
It was all about living in the moment. Experiencing the now, rather than thinking about the past, or worrying about the future.
Some people spend their whole lives trying to get that feeling back.
Sometimes we can seize it for a few moments at a time: maybe rocking out to a good song in your car on the way to work, forgetting for a moment where you were going; maybe while out on a long run, you reach the point where your mind empties and you just focus on breathing; while you're knockin' boots, you BETTER be in the moment.
Sometimes, we can seize it for a little longer: getting lost in a book for a couple hours; watching a movie (isn't that the whole point of movies?); playing a sport- volleyball, softball, basketball- where, for an hour or so, you think only of the game.
If we're lucky, we can shut off that nagging portion of the brain for days at a time on vacation... but it never shuts off completely, does it?
The stress of this was too much, so I decided to drink coffee, watch sportcenter, go to the gym for a while, and start my work day at the crack of 10:45.
Being a short-timer is a wonderful thing.
It's a beautiful, sunny day here in Wisconsin. One of those days where the breeze blows through the lush green trees, and the warm temperatures bring you back memories of school days... when you cross days off the calendar until summer vacation.
Summer vacation. Was there anything better?
There was a stretch of time, from maybe 1st through 6th grade, where it was endless and seemed to last forever. It was the ultimate freedom. Just you, your bike, the open road, and the click-click-click-click of the card in your spokes. Perhaps today, we will stack some cinder block and make a ramp to jump our bikes off for hours. Maybe some swimming.
No distractions from pure fun. Hormones had yet to take control of your body, so there were no worries or thoughts about the opposite sex, except whether or not they could play kickball. "Work" was a concept that had yet to enter the mind, and "responsibility" was getting home for dinner to avoid getting your ass whipped. "Money" was something you might need to buy an ice cream cone.
It was all about living in the moment. Experiencing the now, rather than thinking about the past, or worrying about the future.
Some people spend their whole lives trying to get that feeling back.
Sometimes we can seize it for a few moments at a time: maybe rocking out to a good song in your car on the way to work, forgetting for a moment where you were going; maybe while out on a long run, you reach the point where your mind empties and you just focus on breathing; while you're knockin' boots, you BETTER be in the moment.
Sometimes, we can seize it for a little longer: getting lost in a book for a couple hours; watching a movie (isn't that the whole point of movies?); playing a sport- volleyball, softball, basketball- where, for an hour or so, you think only of the game.
If we're lucky, we can shut off that nagging portion of the brain for days at a time on vacation... but it never shuts off completely, does it?
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