Original Thoughts & Quotes:
Organized Chaos: Your own unique way of doing something. Others may look at you funny, but in your mind, you are 100% confident that you are doing it the best way possible. When seen from afar, it appears as a chaotic mess… to you… pure brilliance.
Stuff The Locker: (A good place to put all baggage and unwanted things) It starts that far back in life…. Junior High School. You begin cramming your locker with “things” (literally and figuratively). In Junior High, you stuff your books, jackets, binders and whatever else will fit in. As an adult, your baggage becomes more, how do you say… “Invisible.” But none-the-less, you stuff it full with emotional garbage, cramming it into your mental locker… and then you quickly and conveniently forget the combination. Was it turn it to the left, right, left or the right, left, right? Do I go past the zero twice? You see, in Junior High, all you wish you could do is remember your combination… As the adult, you choose to never open that locker again by any means possible.
Uncontrolled Gravity: Keeping an even balance of life. Staying Grounded. Temperament. A loss of controlled gravity wold be: *Things that just randomly fall with no explanation. *When you place something on the table, such as an apple, and it rolls off for no reason. *You walk by the fridge and a magnet randomly jumps off the door and you know you didn’t touch it at all. *A hat on your head keeps shifting to the right, so you keep counter-adjusting it to the left but it keeps on settling to the same spot on the right. *A shoelace that keeps untying even when you haven’t been walking recently. ~~~ Let’s call it gravity with freewill.
Too Busy for a Headache: Running around, too much to do, not enough hours in the day, burn burn burn, the tachometer is in the red… no time to relax, no quality time with family/friends, churning, burning, running toward or away from something, filling the seconds, the minutes race by you, one more errand… you are far too busy for a headache… for if you stop, you might just get one.
Accidental Butter: If you churn the ice-cream too much you end up with butter! Don’t push things past their threshold or limits.
Written on a teacher’s car sun-shade: “Don’t Key My Car, You’re Still Getting an F”
Twinkies and Cockroaches: In the end… that will be all that’s left.
A Yawn is simply an ugly delivery system for more oxygen to the brain.
“I Am Late To Be Early.” I am always on-time. Always. To be early is to be on-time. To be on-time is to be late. To be late is to be dead. So, if I am running late (which is rare), I become quite anxious, because I am late to be early…
I’ve Been Doing A Lot Of Development And Evolving, Tossing And Turning In My Cocoon As Of Late. Great things are beginning to happen. When you’ve been working very hard at something, generally something involving personal improvement, momentum is going your way. Consecutive positive happenings occur. The universe is listening.
Effort Means Everything… Failure is knocking at the door, but I won’t let it in.
Book Title: “There’s No Undo Button In Life.”
Active Transport: The Movement Of All Types Of Molecules Across A Cell Membrane Against Its Concentration Gradient. *Moving against the grain or swimming upstream… just like life. *When you don’t go with the flow and you attempt to fight the natural transitions of life.
What Eats An Owl? Seriously… pretty much nothing. How cool is that? I want to be an owl. Although, I recently heard, owls eat other owls… sigh… that really stinks. But what really bothers me about this, is that if owls can turn their heads completely all the way around 360 degrees, then wouldn’t they see the other owl trying to sneak up on them? And does this make them cannibals? Maybe that’s why they say, “Who…? Who is it? Who is it about to attack me? …and eat me…”