Archive for October, 2011

Dreaming out loud

I’ve been thinking about the relative disparity between how many demands are placed on my time and the energy levels required to keep up.

I’ve probably got too much on my plate right now. But I think the solution is more one of organization than anything else.

I’m currently taking a breath and sitting back for an hour or so to figure this out while I do some laundry.

Tomorrow starts nanowrimo. I’ve got my protagonist and a starting point. The rest is just going to have to flow forth from my mind to my fingers and beyond.

When I envision that I see glowing streams of words flying by like golden headlights on the highway at night.

Flowing through my veins as though ideas were lifeblood, flowing trails running down my arms into my laptop and out into the world.

I love that.

Time or a reasonable facsimile

I’m so freakin busy.

I’m slacking so hard on writing lately, I have pages of notes in my phone for my novel and I literally (haha) have no time to explore them.

Being an adult is sometimes very frustrating.

DUB

Can I just say that if you don’t go buy Dub FX‘s Everythinks A Ripple that you’re insane?

Seriously, go buy/steal that album right now and then listen to it two or three times in a row and then tell me if you’re able to be stressed or sad about your life.

Why are you still reading this? GO!

Big

No one dreams of being almost remembered.

Dream big, live larger and love fiercely and unconditionally.

If you remember anything that I’ve said or ever will say, make it that sentence.

It pretty much sums up the way I live my life, and to be perfectly honest: I love every single second of my life with an i n t e n s i t y that I’ll never be able to describe with an acceptable degree of accuracy.

Reach forth

I should be tired.

Instead I’m wired.

I love my life lately. It’s been such a strange and oftentimes ridiculous road I’ve traveled to reach this time, this place.

I’ve had an unusual degree of focus for some time now. It is both odd and oddly comforting; as though I’ve finally broken through some unseen barrier in my mind.

It feels like a milestone I should have celebrated, but it passed silently, quietly; completely unaware I had stepped through a portal and freed myself.

Describing indescribable things is fun. I rather enjoy trying to place descriptors upon nameless, faceless things. Trying to reach into the blackness and pull ephemeral concepts from the aether.

I find it strangely satisfying. Or perhaps not so strangely if one knows me.

Seriosity

So I dug out my base-jumping helmet. I think it’s well past time to put a fresh coat of paint on it.

And at some point I’m going to put my company’s logo on it.

Feels kinda weird to say that. But it’s pretty cool too. I think seeing all of the amazing things that Steve Jobs did for apple made me kick it into high gear.

It strikes me as somewhat sad that his death motivated me to just go for it.

Go big or go home.

I always go big. Probably because I always run full out, headlong into everything I do.

Sometimes you run into a wall at full speed.

I’ve found that I generally just roll right through them.

Especially when I see them coming.

Just leap.

If you sketch the landing, so what? Life is messy, but it’s also awesome.

Just Do It

I’m awake and alive.

Such a simple statement. The words could literally mean just about anything.

For me they’re somewhat more complicated than the initial sentence reads.

There are moments in this life when everything dials down to just one thought, one feeling…one insane move that will completely change your life and the way you perceive it.

Forever.

When those moments find you, no matter how well prepared you believe yourself to be, there’s always an instant when you’ve got to steady yourself with a deep breath and then you have to jump. If you pause to think it over; to weigh the inherent possibilities of each decision, you’ll miss the chance to fly.

Today, I can fly.