"penny for your thoughts" ...

it's a quaint, nostalgic, cliche of a phrase. But for some reason or another I've always loved it. Though I hardly ever use it. I have no penny to give you, nevertheless you can give me your thoughts if you like. I, more often then not, enjoy them. And you don't have to give me a penny, I'll give you my thoughts for free: 

“You don’t have to get a job that makes others feel comfortable about what they perceive as your success. You don’t have to explain what you plan to do with your life. You don’t have to justify your education by demonstrating its financial rewards. [...] You have to pay your electric bill. You have to be kind. You have to give it all you got. You have to find people who love you truly and love them back with the same truth. 

But that’s all."

-Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

... sometimes I forget those things. So, thank-you Val. You always have good words for me.

Mr. Roosevelt, thank-you for you

It's not the critic who counts. 

It's not the man who points out how the strong man stumbled. 

Credit belongs to the man who really was in the arena, his face marred by dust, sweat, and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs to come short and short again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming. 

It is the man who actually strives to do the deeds, who knows the great enthusiasm and knows the great devotion, who spends himself on a worthy cause, who at best, knows in the end the triumph of great achievement. 

And, who at worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and cruel souls who know neither victory 

nor defeat.

open, or not open. and... HOW?

Things that people post on facebook, twitter, instagram, etc social media I write in a little pocket size journal. Or on here. Or both. I just figure: It's nice to disclose things, and I consider myself a fairly open person. But posting my life for whoever to read it... I still haven't decided where I quite draw the line on that. I'll spill my life in person. Here you can get tidbits. Enjoy.

Tonight's disclosure:

I am playing a video game in my head.

You raise your hand for a password to your online test: I blow you up with a red laser.

If you come into the testing center to take a computer test tonight

we're not friends.


Good news: there is half a chimichanga, fries, and a chocolate shake awaiting me at home.

SPIDER

     There is a spider inside my head

             Who weaves a strange and woundrous web

         Of silken threads and silver strings

                To catch all sorts of flying things

Like crumbs of thoughts and bits of smiles

    And specks of dried up tears

                              And dust of dreams that catch and cling

    For years and years and years.....