It’s not everyday that I get to feel how I felt today reading this letter. It’s not everyday that I get to feel and know that an action I took to help someone would inadvertently help another person just a few months later in the same way. I can only hope that this Israeli adventurer soon finds herself in a situation where she can repay the gesture to someone else. Pay it forward. We miss you JoMarie.
So much of what I capture on this here blog is on the fly and in real time. I don’t label each post ‘Live Blogging My Brain #’s 1-87′ because those are pretty boring and non-descriptive titles. Also, not every single post of mine is on the fly, and using a naming convention that would occasionally be broken would only serve to wreak havoc on my OCD governed brain.
When I’m not in front of my computer and I have one of these moments where I am moved by a beat in a song, or a dust particle in front of my eye, my brain doesn’t particularly care to remember whether or not at the time of these synapse firings my fingers were working so diligently to capture their every nuance. It still happens just the same. But if a tree falls in the my brain and my fingers aren’t there to capture it, does it make a blog post? I won’t bother using spoiler tags: It doesn’t.
Thus, for every blog post I do write, I’ve lost seven (statistical data pulled from studies done at the Institute of I Just Made This Number Up). Which could be translated to only one day of your week is it worth getting out of bed. Maybe not, I wasn’t always the best at maths. Regardless, I just wrote a blog post about not writing blog posts. I know what you are thinking you trendy little hipster, so ‘meta’ or ‘ironic’ or ‘funny’ or whatever incorrectly used cool word you wanna call it.
Where this post will end in the next two paragraphs, I never really know. I don’t like to the know the endings of things before I read/watch them, and my own blog posts are no different. I really do like them to be as big a mystery to me as they are to the reader. Now here’s my breakaway. If I’m busy doing other things when these moments occur, so much so that only 1/7 of them get captured accurately in real-time, then I must ask myself what I’m doing from day-to-day and minute-to-minute to allow for such a colossal loss of raw mental download.
And finally, here’s your takeaway. Sleep is overrated. Sex is oversold. Jobs are for losing. Dreams are for chasing. Do way more of what you want to be doing. Do absolutely none of what you don’t want to be doing. You will never have enough money. You will never have enough time. You will not get another chance. You will only happen once.
