Risk.

Risk is the chance that things will not work out the way that you expect or calculate. Taking a risk means that you take a chance that you might fail, knowing that there is also a chance that you might succeed spectacularly.

I’ve met people that lived life in a very small bubble. Anxiety threatened to pop the bubble at any time, and the fear of risk trapped them in a small (depressing) world. I’ve also met people who constantly threw caution to the wind and made very stupid decisions. They would say they were taking a “risk” and it didn’t work out; when in reality they were being stupid.

I try to live life right in the middle of the risk zone. Most people live life there. It’s called a comfort zone, or something I guess. A comfort zone is the level of risk you are comfortable with, and is where you live your life. Some people have large comfort zones, which borders on stupidity; and other people’s comfort zones are so small they fear going outside because there’s a chance they’ll get the plague.

When I started writing this blog I was going to talk about how much of an advocate of RISK  I am. “The higher the risk, the higher the reward” I was going to say. I was going to frame it in a way that made perfect sense. My readers would say to me, “Johnson I can see now I need to take more risks, I need to smell the roses, I need to go skydiving, I need to ask for that promotion, I need to call that girl i’ve been meaning to call”. It was going to be highly uplifting.

Hundreds of hits I would’ve gotten.

I finally would’ve been able to hire that editor I’ve So (DeSpErAtley) NeEdeD.

I’m tired of talking about it though. Everyone knows that taking risks in life is generally a good thing, as long as you’re not stupid.

I think that’s a general caveat to anything that I say: take my advice, unless you’re stupid. Then don’t. Swaddle yourself up in a little blanket and make sure to protect your head with some kind of helmet as you continue through life.

Though I’m sure if you’re literate enough to read my silly scrawled sentences then you don’t have to worry about being too stupid.

Stupid people always think they’re smart, though.

So do smart people.

So does everyone.

I once talked to someone who thought they were completely and utterly average.

They must have been brilliant.

Or maybe they were just honest.

Moral to the story? Life is a risk. You’re going to die someday. It’s not going to suck for you because you’ll be dead. The thing that’s going to suck for you is if you live your life doing exactly what you hate doing, rather than what you want to be doing.

Don’t have the time or resources to do what you want? Make a change. It’s possible, your mindset just needs to change.

Don’t know what you want to be doing with your life? Welcome to the party. If you’re in that place like many of us, the best thing to do is start expanding your comfort zone. Take more risks. Find what you love by breaking out of your boring, exhausting, silly life.

You’re literally risking your life every day anyways.

Good luck I guess.

 

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RUST.

Oh wow look how the time is flying. The Daily blog has not been so daily lately. Let me catch you up on my life experiences:

I saw endgame twice.

I have some friends, not a huge amount, but some. We hang out occasionally. You could say i’m frightfully popular.

I had a few ideas.

I forgot more than a few ideas I had.

So it goes.

I have a little notepad in my phone where I jot ideas down. Some of them are one word; for example: BLURRY.

That’s where my blog post BLURRY came from. I liked writing that; it was back when I wasn’t a jaded and mindless writer. I had ideas. Now all my ideas die in the microwave I call a head.

Just kidding I still have ideas; I just forget to write them down. I was thinking about how I feel like a different person than I did a month ago. So much can change in a month. You could find God, you could have a meltdown, you could change careers, or win a million dollars playing the lottery.

It’s a crazy world.

Also nothing could happen in a month. You could work from 8-5, make sure to pause at a few intervals throughout the day for meals, and do it all again the next day.

Ah, the American way.

One thing over the past month that has changed is I got hopelessly addicted to sugar, or maybe I was always addicted to sugar and just now I’ve realized it. Nonetheless, I always make sure I have a sugary fruit snack ready for when the urge comes. The problem with being addicted to sugar is I’ll probably never eat another salad again.

I like salad. That’s sad.

While I haven’t become a jaded writer, over the past month I’ve become a distracted one.  I’ve been having such fun over the past few weeks, but you know what happens after you have fun:

you feel guilty.

I’ve been feeling guilty for ignoring the blog. Not out of a sense of obligation, but out of a sincere desire to write that I’ve been ignoring. When you ignore the desires of your soul you tend to feel guilty. This isn’t good, it isn’t bad, it’s just life.

So let the guilt train roll.

I had an idea recently that I thought was stupid. So I scrapped it, erased it from the notepad, and got back on the guilt train. I then forgot what the idea was, but the memory of the forgotten idea remained. When you forget an idea, no matter how stupid or small, it’s a tragedy.

Ideas may seem bad at first, but generally you’re not going to know whether or not an idea is bad until you attempt to bring life to your idea.

People don’t do that though. People have ideas and think to themselves, “ah, that idea wouldn’t work” and they wipe their little brains of the wonderful idea they had because they were too lazy to make the idea work.

I think that most people have good ideas every day. Great ideas. The best ideas. These ideas get written off and discarded like garbage 90% of the time. A person will look at their beautiful idea and think, “this has been done better by someone better” and their idea will rust.

Soon that person will just turn to rust, because all of their ideas rusted in their heads until nothing but rust was accomplished in their life.

Rust and money and want and unoriginality.

My goal with this blog was to become a better writer by writing about whatever I wanted to write about. Because good ideas are only good when someone applies them and makes something out of them.

I was feeling rusty, but when I write again, and I mean really write. When I write for me, not because I have any agenda, or because I want to get the most views, that’s when the rust starts going away.

Writing is my inspiration. It gets me all oiled up.

Okay that sounds weird.

I no longer feel all oiled up.

 

Now I just feel gross.

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Trust.

I bought a coffee machine.

No more do I have to drive to Starbucks for their sub-par espresso. No more do I only have to be satisfied with only one cup of coffee through the day. Now I have all the power. I can make all the coffee I want. I can make reality whatever I want.

I’m thinking about writing a blog in praise of this coffee machine and all the pleasant joys it brings me. I’ll be like every other mom out there. Coffee is my drug. Here’s a photo of me with my mug and my pug. If you talk to me before I get my coffee, beware, I’m grumpy. You know, stuff white girls who love Starbucks say.

Coffee is my inspiration.

I was thinking today about my book that I haven’t written yet. I was thinking about the character’s that don’t actually exist yet and about what will define the theme of the book. I was thinking about trust. Trust is such an interesting element of life. Everyone views it a little differently I think.

Most people probably consider themselves trustworthy. Yet a lot of people have dealt with close friends or family destroying their trust. I’ve met many people in life who were so betrayed by others that it was really hard for them to trust new people.

I think we’ve all had people in our lives disappoint us. And even though we may not be able to admit it, we’ve all disappointed someone else in one way or another. This is why trust is such an interesting and difficult thing to grasp. It’s something that sounds so black and white: If someone is trustworthy, that means that they follow through with what they say. That you can “trust” them to get the job done, and to commit to their words and actions.

This is completely true. Trust is pretty black and white. The thing that isn’t black and white is the human element. People who are trustworthy with some things may not be trustworthy with others. You may think that you are entirely trustworthy, but you may not be able to easily trust in other people. Your bitterness for someone’s past actions may keep you from ever trusting in them again, no matter how small amount of trust they ask from you. Perhaps you don’t even trust in yourself to do the right thing based off of your own past actions.

People have a way of complicating things that we wish could be simple. I think it should be simple, and I try to apply that simplicity to my life on a daily basis.

If you’re in the business of self improvement, here’s how I think you should apply trust.

Be a trusting person.

I have talked to so many people through the years who talked about how “strong” they were. How they rely solely on themselves because other people let them down. How trust is for weak people and blah blah blah. That’s stupid. That’s nonsense. That’s silliness. It’s childish. It’s moronic. I am passionately against that mindset and I think it creates weak self pitying cry-babies.

Trust is for strong people.

A strong person should be the most trusting person you meet. They should be so trusting and believing that sometimes people think that they are a tad naive. Why? Because trust is a leaders strength. People who trust in others may sometimes get disappointed, but more often than not trust leads people to perform better, because someone believed that they could accomplish what they said they would do.

I like to think of myself as a trusting person. I consider the inner cynic that I have inside to be a partial weakness. Being cynical and cautious about people is not a good way to live life. It is much better to trust in someone and to be disappointed than to never trust at all.

Now I said trust to the point where people think you’re a tad naive. I’m not saying actually be naive. If someone you put trust in failed you, and they have no remorse for their actions, you should be a bit more cautious putting your trust in them again. I’m not saying be bitter or unforgiving towards them, but just learn from what has happened. The best example I have for this is this: If your girlfriend breaks your heart, maybe don’t give them your heart again. You can still be friends, or you know, “friendly” I guess.

I guess what I mean is don’t be self-destructive and say that you’re “trusting”.

Be a trustworthy person.

Being trustworthy is difficult and easy at the same time. No matter how much you try to be trustworthy in life, there is always someone that will consider you to be the opposite, and that’s okay. That’s life. People are going to think what they’re going to think about you. The important thing is for you to consistently become better, so that you can look back and see that you are a better person now than you have ever been.

In terms of trust, there’s only one thing that you should actively focus on doing ALL THE TIME.

Say what you mean.

Sugarcoating, white lies, actual lies, people pleasing, communication issues, these are all things that you need to avoid in life. Don’t avoid saying the truth because you’re afraid of how people are going to react. Don’t say something simply because you think that’s what someone else wants to hear.

I think that people who consider themselves good at “reading between the lines” are morons. A trusting person listens to what other people say, and believes them. You should be the type of person that is worth believing when you speak. That means you speak the truth. That means you try to make yourself as understandable as possible. That means communicating effectively and following through on your promises.

If you’re saying what you mean, you’re not making empty promises. If you say you’re going to do something that means you’re going to do it. You should treat your words with the weight that they should have. If your words are meaningless and wanton, then people are going to treat you as if your trust is meaningless and wanton. They won’t trust in you.

If you want to be trustworthy and trusting, that’s what you should do. You should listen to what other people are saying, and trust that they are not intentionally lying to you. Then you should act that way in turn. 

You’d be surprised how honest people are when you actually treat them that way.

People are worth trusting in. You’re worth trusting in. God is worth trusting in.

Coffee is worth trusting in.

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Smile.

Today I woke up with a face set in marble. I was a liquid man who melted into his clothes and glided into his car. The traffic was behind me as the windows blended the scenery into a blurry green. My eyes were glazed over with sleep, a stoic demeanor had gripped my limbs and face and mouth; I was a stone.

My car slowed and the scenery became a still life. I slid through the drive through of Starbucks, as I do some days when I don’t want to chisel my face into a smile. With a coffee in hand and liquid gold warming my cold insides, I began to thaw.

Sometimes I spend the entire day thawing out. Sometimes I wake up warm and cheerful, other days I don’t thaw at all.

Some days I’m a carbonite man.

I felt like a carbonite man today. In other words, I was grumpy. I was brooding. I didn’t want to talk. When Jeff talked to me about how nice the weather was today I just stared at him, “sure” I said.

I’m not sure if Jeff likes me anymore.

Coffee may be able to warm your frozen heart and cheer you up a bit, but it is a crutch. The solution to your grumpiness doesn’t come from your feelings. It comes from your actions. My grumpiness went away today when I chose to “turn my frown upside down’ and smiled.

Smiles are amazing. If I could give you some advice, something that is just for you, not for anyone else, I’d say you should smile more. Smiling isn’t really about other people; sure, when you smile you seem friendlier and I think people like others who smile more frequently. That’s not what it’s about, though. It’s not about presenting yourself as happy to others so that they can like you more. It’s about you being happy around others.

Being happy is way better than being a chunk of marble.

I’ve learned recently that I don’t smile for others. It’s selfish, I know. I smile for myself. I smile because when I smile it makes me feel happier inside. It makes me feel kinder. It makes me feel like the type of friend that I want to be for others.

It is strictly for myself.

The reason why it’s for myself is because others are going to interpret your smile however they want. They might not peg you as genuine. They might not like your dimples. Maybe your happiness makes them uncomfortable. Honestly, there’s a lot of reasons. People work in different ways, it’s totally okay.

My point here is that when you want to feel good you should smile. Smile because you’re presenting your best self to the world. Smile because you are genuine, not because you are trying to be something you’re not. Break that brooding habit for yourself.

It’s a discipline, just like everything else in life.

You have a beautiful smile.

Your frown is kinda gross though, like,  eww. 

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Naps.

Today I went to Starbucks (as I always do in my free time) to write. It was so cold I had wished I had a sweater. I also ordered a cold drink in my thoughtlessness. I was colder than a skinny penguin.

Normally I feel good in cold environments. I think it gets the creative blood pumping. Not today. Today as I shivered in Starbucks the only thought on my mind was how fast I could get back home.

When I got home, however, another problem occurred. I was warm. I was relaxed. I was snuggled up in a blanket attempting to write a paragraph of my book. I would write a word and slump down in my seat. I’d write a sentence and lurch into a comfier position.

When I had a full paragraph I was practically tucked neatly into bed.

The odds were stacked against me, I drifted into sleep. I wonder if that’s why Stephen King did so much coke in the 80’s. He just couldn’t keep himself awake. I think that’s a bit of an extreme route to take though Steve. Just have a cup of coffee, take a nap, don’t do a line of coke on your notepad.

Perhaps that’s just me though. My time of productivity is crammed in between dinner and bedtime. There’s a solid couple hours where I’m inspired to write and I don’t care if it’s garbage or not. That’s discipline, right? You just write when it feels right and you don’t care whether or not it’s good.

Discipline.

I think the cat is a bad influence on me. It sleeps all day, and has spurts of radioactive energy at night. I’d like to say I’m not like that, but here I am at 11:30 typing like a madman.

If your tired it’s okay to take a nap honestly. It’s also just as important to finish your days strong. If you are setting out to accomplish a goal today, you should make sure it gets done. While it’s okay to give yourself time, and relax, it’s also a good thing to hold yourself accountable.

You will always be obligated to yourself. Sure, don’t destroy yourself with pressure, but also don’t destroy yourself with laziness. Self destructive tendencies come in a myriad of forms. Life is a balancing act after all, isn’t it?

Just like a cat. You have to balance your naps, and the moments where you run around screeching with fury.

Who knew cat’s would inspire me so much.

Their eyes are just so wise.

Life always comes back to discipline. If you want to accomplish your dreams, you have to perform the balancing act.

Set your thermostat, grab your notebook, drink some coffee, then take a nap.

 

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Lost in Walmart.

Late this evening I strolled into the mirrored daylight of a Super Walmart. Somewhere among the endless rows of stuff settled in a frozen corner of the place was the chicken I needed. While I walked to grab the chicken I reminisced; I thought back to when I was a kid running around K-Mart. K-Mart was a store filled with endless aisles of mystery to explore every time I went. This Super Walmart was easily eight times larger than our good old K-Mart back home. I wonder if kids explore it with the same wonder and curiosity that I explored that ancient decrepit K-Mart.

I wonder how many kids are lost in a Super Walmart right now. I still remember the day I got lost in my K-Mart; I had to walk up to a stranger and ask them where my mommy was. Now Walmart’s are so massive you never have to see anyone. A kid could walk for hours before he even finds a stranger to ask, “where is my mommy?”

Sometimes I think about what it would be like to experience life again through the eyes of a small child. I wonder if it’s really any different from when I was a kid. It’s probably not that different. Kids are kids. I’m sure a thousand years ago there was a market somewhere where a young mother was trading her sheepskin fleece for some food, and her little boy got lost.

Maybe he got distracted by all of the wonderful things that he could ask his mom for. Maybe she’d have a little money to buy him a top carved of wood, or some marbles, or some other thing kids back then played with. I mean they had toys, right?  Maybe they just banged rocks together for fun. Kids nowadays bang rocks together for fun too, I’ve seen it.

That little boy would have to find a stranger to help him find his mommy too. Thank God for all those strangers, reuniting little kids with their mommy’s every day.

Maybe kids in the next hundred years won’t have this problem. Maybe they won’t have to walk into a Walmart because all of their groceries are delivered to them by drones. Kids won’t ever need to be helped by strangers again. I mean, it’s probably safer that way anyways, right? That’s what life is: The pursuit of safety.

Those kids will bang rocks together too.

There’s something amazing about the lens that kids see the world through. It’s all a first experience for them. For a kid, Walmart isn’t just a store, it’s an adventure. Life is a game to them. They don’t have to deal with the responsibilities of adulthood. Or the emotions and heartbreaks of growing up.

They just have firsts and adventures.

I think that’s something we need to learn from kids. Don’t lose that little part of yourself that wants to go out and have an adventure. Go get lost. Go have a new experience. Go bang rocks together.

Keep that childlike part of you.

It’s in there somewhere.

 

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Boredom.

Yesterday at work I was confronted with a situation that I have not experienced for quite some time. I was staring at the ceiling, waiting patiently for the caffeine to kick in so I could stop suffering from droopy eyes in front of my customers, and I realized: I was bored. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I was horribly and fantastically bored. I tried to consider more about the interesting situation I had found myself in. Helpless, I looked for work to do, and found none. I tried to help my co-workers with their work, yet they were as bored and aimless as I was.

Resigned to my fate, I ate a few bread-sticks.

In life we don’t have very many opportunities to be bored any more. At least for me, I always have something that I’m able to focus on if I have some free time. If I even have an ounce of time where I’m not focused on something I could just pop open my phone and have a world of information and entertainment available to me.

As a culture, we are constantly filling up our schedules with stuff in order to avoid a dull moment. We make ourselves rush and hurry from work to play again and again in the subtle avoidance of the horror of having a moment alone with our own thoughts. I can attest that on my busiest days, where I didn’t bother to give myself some time to breath, my brain didn’t really wake up until I was getting ready to go to bed. In that brief moment of time where I rested my head on my pillow, my brain finally got some time to explode in thought.

I hate it when that happens. It keeps me from sleep.

I am an advocate of boredom.

Let’s talk about your brain for a second. Your brain is a greedy information consuming monster. It will ingest as much as you possibly have the desire to give it. It loves entertainment. That’s what it wants. If your heart craves blood, your brain craves information. In the modern world your brain can be entertained for years on end; till your bones become weak and your skin melts into a blubbery mass. As long as your brain consumes, it’s happy letting your teeth turn to dust in your mouth as you swallow bread-sticks whole.

Okay I feel like I got a bit dark there. What I mean is that every day it’s important to let yourself be, well, bored. Just because your brain is entertained, and you may be a “busy bee” doesn’t mean that you’re growing. It just means you’re busy. I can be busy taking tables and watching Marvel movies constantly till Endgame hits in my free time.

Doesn’t mean it’s good for me.

Boredom is a catalyst for deeper thought. Having time where you are able to just focus on thinking whatever your brain wants to think about is what boredom is for. Being able to entertain yourself by just thinking, or by focusing on something you’ve been brushing aside, that’s what boredom is for. Some of your greatest moments of inspiration will probably come from a moment where you are utterly, helplessly, fantastically bored.

I’m not saying that it’s good to be bored all the time. Or to be bored at your job. I think that if you’re bored all the time, you probably need to tighten up your schedule a bit. And if you are bored at your job all the time, maybe you need to reconsider why you’re at your job. Is it a means to an end? Or are you wasting your time doing something that isn’t beneficial to your life?

Make sure you get yourself good and bored sometimes. Have an old fashioned date with your brain. Sit back and relax, think about nothing, and see where it takes you.

Just put down your phone when I’m talking to you, gosh I’m not that boring of a storyteller, Phil you ingrate.

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FEAR. (and cats.)

Chicken is in the crockpot. I think my mind is also in the crockpot. It’s certainly not where it’s supposed to be.

I discovered myself staring at the wall earlier, completely unaware of what I was thinking about. Maybe I’m tired. Maybe the cat drugged me. Who knows.

I mean I’m not saying the cat’s evil, I’m just saying that all cats are inherently evil and self serving. If I leave it alone for two seconds it bites all my books up and gets hair all over my clothes. I think he knows too. He knows just how to torture me and push my buttons. So would I put it past him to do something even worse? Dastardly, even? No.

He is a cat, though, so I probably shouldn’t be paranoid.

I wonder if some people are paranoid about that kind of stuff. Like, “The cats are out to kill me” kinda thing. . . Probably. I should write a paper on them. Maybe be journalistic for once and try to interview someone who thinks cats are hidden mini assassins who are trying to take over the world.

That’s a great idea for a story.

Someday, just wait: CATSASSINS By JOHNSON DUNN.

I’ve gone off track, haven’t I?

No, I haven’t. There never was a track. This is the track. The crazy track. Where I talk about Catsassins and how my brain is melting into pudding.

Do you have anything you’re irrationally afraid of? I’ve always been afraid of roller-coasters. Nothing activates fight or flee in me quite like those wooden monsters. Ever since I was a kid they’ve always been rather traumatizing to me. I always knew they weren’t unsafe. I just don’t like the feeling.

Maybe I wouldn’t call it a fear. Maybe the logical side of me would call it a distaste. I don’t like roller-coasters, so why would I torture myself by going on one?  

Then again, I’ve had conversations with people about their irrational fears, and I wasn’t able to give them that grace. Some were afraid of insects, or fog, or the sea. . . I mean sure, there’s dangers in life. A spider might jump on you and bite your face off. The sea might drag you down to oblivion. Fog might envelop you where you can’t see and you jog neatly off a cliff. Those actually don’t sound very irrational do they?

Well they are.  

Caution would say that if you don’t know how to swim well, don’t go in the deep end. You absolutely should be afraid of treading water if you can’t swim well, but this is an easily fixable problem: learn how to swim.

The same with the other two. Sure, being afraid of spiders has it’s practical cases; you won’t frolic through spider infested fields asking all the black widows to crawl into your ears if you’re afraid of them. But again, if you’re not a moron you know that as a human, you can crush an insignificant insect with your shoe. Spiders can’t bite through your shoe.

I think the example I’m trying to give here is that fear has a purpose in life. It’s to tell you when things are ACTUALLY dangerous for you. That is it’s only purpose. Irrational fears are dumb. If you can rationalize a solution to your fear, then it’s probably not a great fear.

I still hate roller-coasters though. So I’m a hypocrite I guess. Sue me.  

Don’t live your life in a box because you’re afraid of what’s outside it.

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Catsassins will strike anywhere anyways.

They’re coming for you.

They call them “The Fluffy Death”.

You won’t be able to scream, you’ll be choking on a hairball.

 

 

Spring.

So I walked outside this morning and was startled to find a mountain of dried pollen on my car.

Oh right, it’s that time of year.

 

♫Nose is always runny, I sneeze, eyes are itchy,

There’s Benadryl in my system already, mom’s spaghetti.♫

 

Spring is here.

Color has finally returned to the world! It’s been spring for a couple weeks, but I feel as if I only noticed a change today. It’s nice. I’m also sneezing a lot more. Not nice.

Spring is the season where the world wakes up from it’s winter slumber. The birds sing, the trees and flowers begin to bloom, everything is green and beautiful. It’s the season of growth and energy.

Spring not only is the season of growth, it’s the season of NEW.

New beginnings, new goals, new toys! Spring isn’t a season of reflection, it’s a season of ACTION! Make that change you’ve been desiring to make now! Everything else around you is changing, why not? You may be sneezing all over like a snot-helicopter, but there’s a new energy all around! Take this season as an opportunity to try something new.

Not sure what kind of new things to try? Here’s a few:

Listen to a different type of music.

Maybe you haven’t even found your favorite band yet. Maybe you’ll love Ska if you give it a real good chance. I’ve given Ska a real good chance.

I don’t like it.

Read a new author, maybe even a genre you aren’t familiar with.

I’m currently reading Princess Bride. It’s an adventure of high fantasy and true love. Keep it fresh with the books you read. You can always get something good out of a book, even if you don’t like it very much.

Basically, just do something you’re not super comfortable with.

How else do you grow if you don’t expand into new areas?

Thinking about doing new things, I’ve decided. I’m going to write a book. I’ve settled it. It’s happening. I’m starting now. Let’s do this. Spring is here, why not.

You know what else spring is about? Spring is about cleaning.

I think it’s about cleaning because there’s pollen from about a quadrillion flowers on my car, and on everything else in my life. I think back in the old days people got tired of trudging through molten pools of pollen, so they invented spring cleaning.

I’ve noticed a serious difference in my attitude and happiness when I have a clean environment. My car is a dumpster right now, though. I’ll update you on the quality of my life once I’ve spring cleaned it.

Spring is about change

There’s a bright light in the air, and an energy that only spring has. There’s something so special about the world we live in. It’s easy to ignore it when you’re busy, but the world has things to say if you listen.

Gosh, I sound like a hippy trying to convince you to become in tune with the rhythm energy of the world or something.

In every season there’s a change and a shift. Change is good in life. If you want to learn something from the seasons, maybe just learn that one small fact. Change is good. Sometimes the best thing you can do in your life is change it up just a little bit.

Try something new, clean your car, get a plant.

I’ve always wanted a desk cactus.

Like, here’s my desk cactus everybody. I only water it once a month. He’s so happy, look at him, all prickly and stuff.

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Travel and Friends.

Just got back from visiting some friends in Omaha today. After essentially being an Omaha resident for four days, here’s everything to know about Omaha. Or at least, everything I know about it.

Which isn’t a lot:

  1. There’s potholes.
  2. You drive a lot.
  3. It’s a place.
  4. I got a haircut there.
  5. The haircut was good.
  6. I loved it.

I wasn’t there for the place. I was there for the people.

I have some friends all over the country that I consider my best friends. We may not see each other a lot, but when we do it’s just like old times. We have heart to hearts, we play games, we get into friendly arguments about life. We talk as if no time has passed at all.

If you have friends like that, keep them.

It’s easy to get caught up in your own thing in life, which is completely understandable. I want to be successful and work on my career as much as the next young determined person, but staying in touch with people you’re close to is just as important.

Your closest friends help bring out the person that you want to be. Being with people you’re comfortable around gives you an opportunity to express who you really are. When we become too busy, or when we close ourselves off to our friends, we lose a part of ourselves.

If you’re at a point in your life right now where you’re a bit confused about who you are, or what you’re doing, maybe you need to take some time off and call an old friend. The closest people in your life may be able to give you some insight, or they might just be able to make you feel better. No matter what, if you have someone like that in your life make sure you don’t lose them to time.

Friends temper you.

This is a thought that I talked about a lot over the weekend with my friend. Being able to confide your thoughts in someone that will listen to you and provide feedback is so important. So often I keep my thoughts to myself when surrounded by people because I don’t think they would listen to what I have to say. When a friend actually listens to you, it grows both of you.

Have friends who aren’t afraid to tell you you’re wrong.

The times in my life where I’ve grown the most is when I confessed an opinion, and someone told me I was wrong. Being wrong isn’t a bad thing. Being wrong and refusing to listen is a terrible thing. When a close friend disagrees with you, that’s an opportunity for you to grow. If you listen to what they have to say, or what criticism they have for you, that’s an opportunity for you to grow.

You may be like me. I always think I’m right.

This is bad.

Even though I always think I’m right, I always listen to people I respect.

This is good.

Being nearly five hundred words long, this blog may be hard to follow for all my fifth grade readers.

So if you got lost along this blog, let me summarize what this one was about:

  1. friends are good.
  2. you should call your best friend you haven’t spoken to in a year.
  3. Friends temper who you are, and make you stronger. As the bible would say, “Iron sharpens iron”
  4. You should have friends that agree with you, and don’t agree with you. Just don’t have dumb friends.
  5. I mean you can have some dumb friends if you want but it may not be good for you.
  6. If you’re dumb and this offended you I apologize.
  7. If you’re dumb you should get some smart friends so you can become less dumb.

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