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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5 Ways to Perfectly Roast Duck.

I think I always start off my blog by talking about how tired and out of ideas I feel.

That’s uplifting.

Today I’m just tired. I’ve got great ideas, I just don’t have the willpower to follow through with them. So here I am in a tired blogging limbo.

I think it’s because when I write i’m using my emotions as a tool to channel what I want to say. So when I’m tired it becomes harder to say what I want to say, because all I really want to talk about is HOW TIRED I AM.

I had this great idea about blogging about some kind of recipe for food. Like I’d name the blog, “5 easy ways to roast that duck” and instead of talking about the actual recipe I’d just talk about nonsense the whole time until the blog was over.

It sounded like a great idea in my head okay. Maybe it’s not a great idea, but you’re never going to find out the amazing ways you could be roasting your duck anyways so suck on that, faithful reader that I’m SO THANKFUL FOR.

I still think it’s a great idea. Like maybe I’d pretend for a second we’d be getting into it. I’d say, “That reminds me about number 4 of the 5 amazing ways you can roast that duck. I’m super excited to show you my techniques for measuring the temperature of the roasted bird, but first let’s talk about my new merch!” You know, it’d be like that.

So let’s talk about my new merch.

I don’t have any new merch. If I had merch though I think it would be the best. It would say “The Daily Johnson” on it, and everyone would either think it’s a news journal or a shady website.


They’’d be right on both counts. I’m a shady news site.

Get the shadiest of news here. Next week I’m going to talk about how shady Oak trees are compared to their brethren, the furn. And while we’re comparing shade:

We might as well throw some.

Just kidding I have no shade to throw. If you’re my parent’s — which you probably are. Let’s be honest here, my parents are the only ones that have made it this far into this rambling blog about a duck roasting recipe that they’re never going to actually get to use because the recipe doesn’t actually exist. —  

Then you probably don’t know what throwing shade is. Throwing shade is like throwing pipe bomb. Accept instead of a pipe bomb, it’s a mean phrase.

Pipe bombs and stones may break my bones, but shade will never hurt me.

Yeah I’m going to bed.

Good luck roasting your duck. I’m sure another boring blog has fifty different ways you can cook chicken by stringing it to the roof of your house and letting it bake in the sun.

That’s not really what this blog is about.

This blog is about the deeper things in life.

Like plugging merch.

Staples.

*Book Update* The lead character’s name will be Dale. That is all.

Today’s been good. I’ve started a new book, I’ve gone to church, I made some chicken. Staples of a good day: books, church, chicken. Though, I’m starting to suspect I cooked the chicken improperly because my stomach is aching. I also fell asleep in church. . .

The book is great though!

Certain things you do in life might be staples for you. You might eat ice cream every Friday in celebration for the weekend. Maybe you have a show that you like to watch on Thursdays. Maybe on Tuesday’s you take psychedelics and dance in the moonlight. . .

Just don’t catch a cold.

Routine is great for finding your staples in life. My friends and I like to play games on Sunday night. We sit in circles, roll dice, talk, you know, game stuff. That’s a staple I enjoy. I also enjoy actual staples. They’re useful.

Wait am I talking about staples or rituals? Or both? I think game night is a ritual, and chicken is a staple. I’ve figured it out people. I’m also leaving all the above in for reference. So now we can all know the difference between staples and rituals. We’re all learning. Together.

Let’s talk about staples

I’m going to give you some staples for a good life. We’re back to lists ladies and gentlemen. It’s gonna be a fun one.

 

     1. Books.

Did you think I was finished talking about books? No. Because when all the other staples fail you, when your chicken is bad and your ice cream is melted, books will still be there for you.

I seriously cannot stress enough how important reading is. Reading makes you smarter. It lets you look at worlds unknown and learn things that you might not have ever learned before. It’s like magic. You read some words on paper in a pattern that someone else made up, and you learn things about people and about yourself. It’s just magic.

I especially think it’s good to read fiction. Non-fiction is good too; all those self help books and history books and autobiographies and such and such and such. . . Fiction, though, that’s where the world of reading really opens up. Fiction allows you to temporarily experience someone else’s life. It broadens your perspective on life.

Books are like friends. The more time you spend together, the more you become like them. If you read smart books, you become smarter. It’s just like that.

Plus, if you read dumb books you’ll still be smarter than the person who doesn’t read at all.

So that’s something.

Second staple: You think I’m going to say chicken, and I would say chicken. Chicken is great.

The last chicken I ate made me feel bad. I’m done with chicken. I’m going straight beef from now on. I don’t care how bad for me it is. Never again will I eat chicken. I know it’s my fault for either not cooking it properly or by not checking the date to see if it was expired, but it’s not my fault. It’s the chickens fault.

     

     2. Coffee

That’s right. Coffee can’t poison you. Nobody’s ever said to themselves, “I think i had some bad coffee today. It’s making me sick”. Nope. Coffee will never let you down that easy. It always gives you that little boost you need, and if you didn’t get it on the first cup you can easily have another! And another after that!

Creativity runs on coffee. In my mind, people who don’t drink caffeine and have normally functioning brains are amazing to me. Their either demi-gods or superhumans. I just know I’m not one of them.

Thus, coffee is a staple. It’s a wonderful addiction and I think everyone should be part of it, and enjoy it.

Most coffee drinkers have that opinion. I think we’re almost cult-like, actually.

The Cult of Coffee.

Good lists come in threes so here is the final staple for a good life.

     

     3. Music.

If coffee is my lifeblood, music is my heart. It pumps inspiration to my brain every day. There’s nothing like a good song to lift me up, and nothing like a sad song when I want to feel just the right kind of sad.

I’ll listen to anything, and I hope you do too. Music is like books in a way. They both make you think, and they both inspire you in different ways.

Sure, maybe you only listen to the same two bands from the nineties. You like what you like, and nothing can change that. I mean, that’s cool. You’re a different person after all.

I’ll think you’re a robot, though.

 

And you probably like Ska, too.
You monster.

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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.

 

 

BOOK REVIEW. THE PRINCESS BRIDE.

Here I am again, I read another book. This is my second time reading The Princess Bride. Revisiting a good book is like reminiscing with an old friend. You go over experiences you loved, and you learn new things.

 

The Princess Bride

S. Morgenstern’s

Classic Tale of True Love

and High Adventure.

This is a book that wants to be read. Right there in the title: True Love and High Adventure. What’s better than that?

And it delivers.

From swashbuckling sword-fights to daring escapes, from life to almost-death, from the zoo of death to the Princes castle, this book has heart and style in the way that not many books have.

It’s hilarious and heartwarming. A tale of true love in it’s purest form, told by a man who still want’s to believe that true love exists in his world.

While True Love may be the focus of this story, it’s not the theme. The theme of Princess Bride is pain. Specifically, life is pain.

That doesn’t sound like a heart warming or uplifting subject, it’s not, but in the pen of William Goldman the harshness of this theme is told with a smiling face and laughing lips. He tells the truth, too. Life is pain. In life, we all have to endure pain along with the joy and happiness. Pain is huge part of life. Without it, we wouldn’t really be alive.

This fact is exemplified in the fantastic characters in this story. Inigo, who commits his life to revenge after the pain of losing his father. Fezzik, who while strong and undefeatable, deals with the pain of not really getting to think for himself. Buttercup, the most beautiful girl in the world, who has the pain of having her only true love torn from her again and again.

Then there’s Westley. Westley almost seems as if he’s immune to the pain of the heart. He has endless hope and truly believes that love conquers all. He then experiences the worst pain of all.

This book may sound like a bit of a downer. It’s not. It shows how through pain, we all become better. And striving to conquer pain, we reach higher and better things. Like love.

This book shows that even though life is pain; it’s worth living.

This book is a blast to read. It will constantly have you laughing, and maybe even bring a tear to your eye.

I highly recommend it.

If you’re looking for a fantasy novel that breaks the fourth wall a lot and has you laughing the whole way through. Look no further. If you have a couple days and want to go HAM on a book. Go buy this right now.

10/10.

Would read a third time.

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Shoes.

I’m supposed to be going to bed right now. Remember when you were a kid and you hated bed time? I used to sneak to the landing of the stairs and listen to my dad talk with my older sisters late at night (Ten was late for me back then). I was always so jealous they got to stay up. Now I’m jealous of seven-year-old Johnson; he got to go to bed early.

It’s not even that I can’t go to bed right now. I’m an adult, I go to bed whenever I want. “whenever I want” means I torture myself with being awake late into the night because I want to write the blog. You always have to choose in life I guess. Today’s choice is sleep or torture.

Life is pain, I guess.

Well hopefully this isn’t torture for you. If reading this was torture I’d wonder why you’re still here.

Then again, you might have stopped reading a while ago.

I think I’m most inspired when I’m close to sleep. When my eyes are just on the edge of shutting and I can barely see the screen of my laptop, that’s when the magic happens.

So, what to write about? God, I don’t know. I guess I’m a man without a purpose right now, huh? Just kind of shuffling my thoughts out there onto paper. Though, I do have one thought I’d love to run by you.

Shoes.

Yeah, shoes. Do you like your shoes? I don’t. I hate them. I think they’re the bane of my entire existence.

I’m not talking about my normal “day-to-day” shoes. Those are great! I’m talking about my work shoes. The black leather dungeons that I send my feet to for punishment. I worked a double shift at my job yesterday in those moccasins. I mean I wish they were moccasins. Anything would have been better than Wal-Mart’s soul crushing sole crushers.

After only an hour of standing on my feet I felt like hell itself had perfectly aligned the soles of these shoes for maximum punishment. If Dante was writing this, he’d say the first level of hell is where they make these shoes. 

Now a reasonable person might say that I shouldn’t complain. That I should just buy another pair of shoes and be done with this. I am not a reasonable person at the moment, though. Those shoes took the decency out of me. If I sound extra passionate in this blog it’s because I am. Right now I have an animalistic desire to survive. To survive putting on those shoes day after day. To defeat them. To make them my slave. I could just buy a different pair, I could do a lot of things.  But right now, this very minute, I own the pain.

The shoes will not win.

Plus the pair I ordered online won’t arrive for another week.

Sometimes your shoes are out to get you. There’s no real logic to it either. Is it the amount of padding? Is it the heel to toe ratio? Is it the material? What is it about those shoes that makes my feet melt into pain and blisters?

The cat is eating my backpack. I better stop him before he chokes on a zipper.

Don’t buy cheap shoes.

Don’t eat backpacks.

 

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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.

Subscribe for more lists.

Tomorrow’s blog is going to have bullet points instead of lists.

Creative.

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Drifting: The Pillar (5)

Read part 4 here Drifting: Glass. (4)

I don’t know why I kept going. I was so close now. The sky was eclipsed by a new tidal wave after every strike of the drum. At the top of every swell I looked towards the source of the sound. Clouds. I only ever saw clouds and wind and waves.

My ship maintained through every wave, but with every shattering blow of the drum I lost some courage. The sky was dark and frightening. Clouds were encroaching everywhere; fastening to my clothes and clinging around the ship. Every time I rose above the swell of an enormous tidal wave, a bigger one was always behind it. I was a spec of dust that floated atop the granite of a colossus.

Every time I rose to the top of a wave I could only see fog and clouds. These waves brought me higher than any bird could fly.

The air was weak in my lungs. It made me gasp.

Closer and closer I came to the source of the sound. I was starting to think that it was a spirit. Some invisible force beneath the waves. . . . Once the fog cleared a bit, however, I finally saw it.

There was an island far off in the distance. It was as round as an eye, surrounded by sand and rocks and gravel. Trees grew inland with no order or reason. Some were tall and old and gaunt. Some were just beginning to take root; eager and strong. A pillar rose out of the island. From the very center of the eye. It was black as darkness itself and cast no shadow. It was as if the sun avoided it, for fear that the pillar would steal it’s light. It was taller than the height of the greatest tidal wave, and continued on well above the sky itself; reaching into the stars.

I knew immediately: This is where the hammer falls.

Far above, where the sky touches the earth, the top of the pillar could be seen. As I breached the top of the highest wave, I could see it. At the top of the pillar was a massive hammer. It floated with no handle. It was a massive bulk of stone; floating above the pillar. With every strike the earth shook, and a shock wave ripped through the air and the waves exploded again and again.

The pillar was being driven into the earth like a stake. It must have been a microscopic amount, thinner than a hair. The hammer was unrelenting nonetheless. It struck with excruciating tempo. And with every strike the earth gave way a bit more. Cracks had already formed as the pillar pushed deeper and deeper. Diamond and coal, gold and bedrock, all was the same to the pillar. It broke it. It melted it. The Pillar felt nothing. The pillar was harder.

Suddenly the fear hit me. The darkness enveloped me like a sudden fog. The pillar was all I saw. The hammer rose and fell, and with every thud it pierced my heart. I was standing. Now kneeling. Now on the floor of the boat. I thrashed and hid my face, yet the darkness still cradled me with it’s menacing grip. The pillar was stamped onto my eyelids. Every blink a new strike. Every pound of my heart was a pound of the hammer.

The boat turned with alacrity. We zoomed down the cliffs of a wave with such speed I nearly rose in the air. The rigging of the boat wrapped around me as if to brace me from the force of our escape. The air returned slowly to my lungs, and the darkness slowly receded as we sped away from the island.

I can see it when I close my eyes. The darkness. The hammer.

My pulse will forever remind me of the stake that pierced the heart of the earth.

We sailed on.

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Taking a Breath.

I think I’ve set my tempo a bit too high the past few days. My brain is on overdrive. I feel like the past few days have been flying in overdrive.

I haven’t been too busy either, so it’s strange. Today I got up, put my chef hat on, made a batch of gourmet scrambled eggs, and trotted off to run some errands. During this period of time my brain was flying auto-pilot; it took me to a health and safety class where two people were asleep, and snoring loudly.

The person next to me in class asked me if I could give him some cash; after telling me he just got out of prison of course. Then almost immediately after the instructor told us to silence our cell phones, his rings, and he answers it in class. This happens four more times in the hour presentation.

Dude must be popular.

Or it’s his parole officer.

Then I must have gone through some sort of time portal, because I went to Starbucks, did some taxes, and now I’m here; in bed. Blogging at midnight. Which seems like the worst time in the world to blog, but here I am.

You know what the blog provides to me, though? Something that I’m sure you can get somewhere if you spend the time to look:

It always gives me the opportunity to take a breath.

Taking a breath is so important in this crazy fast paced life we lead. It gives us an way to slow down. It gives us time to think about things that we’ve been pushing aside. Or just haven’t gotten the chance to think about yet.

Make sure that you are making time for yourself every day. Maybe you should take a brief walk, or go on a hike, or find a quiet coffee shop and just sit. Whatever the case, it’s so gratifying to just be able to pause life for a moment and just breath. I know that sometimes I let life get away from me. I do it to myself mostly. I get wrapped up in my phone or in TV that I don’t even realize how much time I’m wasting. My brain turns into a content consuming mindless mind.

Turn off the phone, pause the TV. Just take a moment to think about where you’re at and what you’re doing. Taking a breath is a great way to measure how we’re feeling on a day to day basis. Sometimes when we’re rushing on autopilot we tend to ignore what we really want, or what we really need to do.

Focus on that blank wall in front of you. Focus on some thoughts that are swirling around in your mind. Remind yourself where you’re going in life, and what you’re big plans are. Life is short, sure, but we sure have the ability to slow it down a lot if we want to.

I want to.

So anyways shout out to my prison boy I refused to give money to today!

I had cash. I lied about having cash.

That wasn’t very Christian of me.

This Christian didn’t want to get shanked in health class though.

Stay out of jail.

Silence your cell phones.

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