I searched the world over for missing Entry #5. It was here — at the tips of my fingers — Monday, September 16. But, then it slipped through my grasp. As I went through the week, I looked. But, prepping kids for school, household responsibilities, social time with girlfriends, and after-school commitments compromised my focus. Today — Monday, September 23 — will be different.
For two weeks I have battled a case of winter snark. Despite an appearance of happiness, peace and goodwill my inner voice continues to have more snark as the winter days linger on. Last night, the snark would not shut up. I was trying to fall asleep. It kept listing one complaint after another. Finally, I demanded silence.
While I am not anywhere close to being snark-free, I stopped living in denial last night. I admitted to having winter snark and signed myself up for a self-imposed, five-step recovery program.
1. Listen to my favorite music when and wherever possible. Blink 182, Foo Fighters, Korn, Rob Zombie and Journey are among the artists who help take me to happier places.
2. Girlfriend time puts winter snark in its place: out in the cold where it belongs. Without fuel, the snark does not have energy to thrive.
3. Exercise is my number-one defense against any kind of snark: winter, cleaning, marital, parenting, alcohol shortage, etc. Fitness is a natural outlet for all negativity to escape. Too bad this doesn’t work while I’m driving. Sign language isn’t enough.
4. Writing is my second line of defense. Again, it is another method I use to relieve stress. Once I write it, it’s no longer a burden. I may still need to resolve a problem. But, I no longer feel it clouding my thoughts. Somehow, I achieve clarity on the direction I should take.
5. Attack action item list, which is always growing. After crossing items off, I felt accomplishment, not dread from excuses for not “doing.”
Time is never time at all You can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth And our lives are forever changed We will never be the same The more you change the less you feel Believe, believe in me, believe That life can change, that you’re not stuck in vain We’re not the same, we’re different tonight Tonight, so bright Tonight
Purple Haze was in my brain, lately things don’t seem the same, actin’ funny but I don’t know why ‘scuse me while I kiss the sky.
— Jimi Hendrix
I don’t know about you. But, for me, summer just wouldn’t sound the same without listening to legendary guitar riffs from Jimi Hendrix. His lyrics and melodies always make it easier to wait for some delicious ribs to smoke up all hot and tasty on the grill.
Enjoy your time soaking up the sunshine with family and friends as the U.S.A approaches its celebration of independence on July 4. Temps. north of the “D” are approaching 100 this weekend, which calls for plenty of Hendrix tunes, ice-cold Bell’s Oberon and something cool to splash in.
Since Mama’s Empty Nest takes the top slot with her Wordless Wednesday posts, I figured I would take a stab at a One-Word Wednesday series. Jamie Taylor, a long-time college friend and extraordinary photojournalist inspired the idea on Facebook this morning. He challenged all of his peeps to describe their Wednesday is just one word. So, here is mine … chaotic.
You have to believe we are magic Nothin’ can stand in our way You have to believe we are magic Don’t let your aim ever stray And if all your hopes survive Your destiny will arrive I’ll bring all your dreams alive For you
Perhaps re-connections with school mates through social media sites such as Facebook and Pinterest stir up all these feelings of nostalgia. But, it was a decadent performance complete with leg warmers, flashy colors, superb roller disco moves and replays of hits from Olivia Newton John (one of my fave’s from that era).
I recommend booking a date with your partner or girlfriends for a trip down memory lane with this very talented cast. It’s surreal to look back at the years growing up during the ’80s. What great memories and good times.
Can’t help myself. I’m singing this in my head as I type. So, it’s the only cure I know …
A million lights are dancing And you’re here with me Eternally
Xanadu Xanadu (now we are here) In Xanadu Xanadu Xanadu (now we are here) in Xanadu
Xanadu your neon lights will shine For you Xanadu.
What if all those greats we learn about in history, science and the arts sat on their thumbs wondering? If they stood frozen with fear of failure would we be driving cars, chatting online with far-flung friends or sitting in the dark at night?
It’s almost as if I’m being hit over the head with the same message, today. Two of my favorites in the blogging world posted some good ones about seizing opportunities. We all know some only present themselves once. The moment to fulfill the success to its greatest potential might not return a second time.
So, without further delay, here are the two posts that grabbed my attention this morning.
I don’t know about you. But, U2 has been a favorite of mine since the ’80s. Each of U2’s songs showcases the band’s ability and consistent success with blending lyrics and music to deliver a powerful and lasting listening experience. The MP3 I use on my 5k training runs is loaded with tracks from U2’sElevation and How to Dismantle an Atomic Bomb albums.
Previous Bonus Posts from kateschannel.wordpress.com on Lyric Status Friday …
So now you know (Who gets mystified) So now you know (Who gets mystified)
Show me the power child, I’d like to say That I’m down on my knees today It gives me the butterflies, gives me away ‘Til I’m up on my feet again I’m feeling, I?m feeling Outshined, outshined, outshined, outshined
— Chris Cornell, Soundgarden
You can count on it. This won’t be the last song I promote on Bonus Post Friday. Chris Cornell is one of my faves. Soundgarden, Audioslave, solo, what have you. It’s all good. Damn good.
But, Outshined, is my absolute top when it comes to the Cornell’s magic. It blares inside my car while I drive around checking errands off my list. I envision my college days. The scenes center on the entry-level, night-course I took on graphic arts/printing. My classmates and I are busy creating. Then, in the midst of screen-printing some t-shirts, Chris Cornell belts Outshinedfrom the in-ceiling speakers or from someone’s boom box (it was still the ’90s, people).
After all it is Friday. What could be better? The school/work week is coming to an end; and weekend fun can commence in mere hours.
Today, I have Ozzy Osbourne’s Crazy Train playing on repeat in my head. It’s the tune I associate with watching my beloved Detroit sports teams. I don’t know what it is about this song. But, it revs me up each time it plays for the Lions, Red Wings, Tigers or Pistons.