Sunday Morning Run

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This morning’s cool crisp air quietly beckoned for a run. Dawn was just starting as I began my stretching routine. Tendons felt like guitar strings as I slowly reached for my toes. “Yup, it’s gonna be another slow run.” Nature was waking up around me as well. Birds flew from tree top to tree top echoing their songs of revelry. A lone rabbit enjoyed a buffet of freshly rain washed clover as a racoon made his way to the front lawn oak tree. Small chirps from a red throat humming bird brought on a smile as I finished loosening up. Pandora played as I tried to find my cadence. Settling my breathing, I noticed two bewildered deer watching as I approached. “Are they just gonna stand there?” Seeing I posed no threat they slowly disappeared in the forrest. Each mile completed was announced by Samsung S Health. Pace and time revealed how well or poor I was doing as I fought to maintain a preset minimum pace. “Maintain a 10 minute mile.” I repeated to myself; fighting to stay motivated. Living in a subdivision of dead end roads made for a quiet and relax full run. Not only haveI have found a new Sunday routine worth keeping, but I believe I have taken another step towards living life and finding the happiness I am pursuing. ๐Ÿ™‚

The Pink Stigma

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What defines manly?  

Let’s be honest. It’s not “what”. Rather, it’s “who defines manly?”. We have been taught by society that blue is for boys and pink is for girls. How our peers react to our actions signal whether they approve or disapprove. This in turn affords us the opportunity to prepare for any confrontation that may come our way. On April 28 (last Friday) I wore a loud pink T-shirt to work just to observe reactions. Being in the military for 20 years, I had an idea of how accepting my Marine counterparts would be. I had one guy ask me if my shirt was salmon. I replied that it was in fact pink. If you’re going to wear it… wear it. The smile on his face reflected his acceptance. 

After work, I had some errands to run so I took the opportunity to continue my observation. Sure, I got some looks and a few smiles, but that was it. No snickering, no pointing, no one with a mullet wanted to fight, no one had a problem with my pink shirt. Half of the time I forgot I had it on. That is, until I looked down to see where I was stepping. (Cattle field habit) 

This leads me to believe that our reaction plays a role in how we perceive other’s reaction. Had I been more on the defensive side and expected others to have an issue, then my perception may have led me to believe those looks and smiles had ill intent.  How often do we misinterpret other’s reactions due to our self-conscious attitude? 

What started as a “how will others react” turned into “how will I perceive”. I believe I will continue my “pink shirt Friday”. It compliments  my “tuxedo shirt Tuesday” very well. ๐Ÿ™‚

A Lifetime In A Day

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A fresh dawn peeks over the shadowy horizon, and a new life is born. Commuting arteries flow with morning rush hour as birds, sirens, and endless chatter eclipse pre-dawn’s silence. Today’s agendas come into view. Methodical adjustments align each minute detail with tomorrow’s dreams. Rushing, bustling, and scampering through, deadlines are met revealing the next demand. Crowded sidewalks teem with life as lunchtime approaches. Daily production suffers from the effects of digestion. “Just a few more hours.” becomes the afternoon’s motivating slogan as the “in-box struggle” beams a beacon of hope. The evening sun broadcasts an end to this mayhem. Tired and worn out from the day, red cells flood the street, flashing as they leave the concrete jungle behind. Darkness blankets the terrain as slumber takes over. This day comes to an end and lives no more.


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This morning revolved around breathing. As I sat there straight-backed and inhaling slowly, I contemplated on how many other people are doing the same thing. Do people actually take time out of their busy day to focus on deep breathing exercises?  They are as (if not more) important as any other form of exercise in my non-professional opinion.

Slow deep breathing reduces stress, relaxes muscles, and surprisingly lowers blood pressure.  I’m not saying it will cure hypertension,  but it appears to have a positive impact on it. Since crossing into my forties,  I have seen a lot of good effects from just taking a moment and collecting myself. Most importantly I’m not as rash nor abrupt as I use to be. People I work with have a hard time believing I use to lose my cool. Trust me when I say that makes me smile.

I implore you to take five minutes out of your day to practice this technique.  ๐Ÿ™‚

Early 40’s delight

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Oh the 40’s. That time in our lives when our body goes through yet another change. After retiring I have learnt “I’m old!” Not really, but aquiring the ability to throw my back out in a single sneeze tends to make me feel that way. These past few month I have enjoyed watching my white hair come in on my beard. 

Now I need to work on learning these phrases:

“Stay off my lawn!”

“Slow down! This is a neighborhood!”

“Turn that music down!”

On top of these new phrases, I need to work on my Clint Eastwood face too ๐Ÿ™‚

First falling plot

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I have completed my first falling plot short story.  I can say I dislike this type of plotting. However, I’m glad I got my first out of the way. Will it be my last? More than likely, it will not.

Please take a moment and give me your constructive thoughts on the story and/or topic. 

Until then, take care, and may your ink always be fresh.

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Falling Plot

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I don’t just create characters.  I know them, feel them, and understand them. I want to present the best side of them to the world. BOOM!”Look at what my protagonist can do.” Right? We’ve all felt that way. 

However, I am writing my first falling plot. Will my protagonist overcome the obstacles that are at hand? No. There is no rise, just a fall. Sure falling plots have teasing rises that twinkle a glimmer of hope. But, the end is substantially lower than the beginning.  

So here’s to dragging that character through misery.  Sorry dude. ๐Ÿ™‚