Born somewhere during the Baby Boomer years, this blogger refuses to be beat down and believes readers may benefit from the optimism of bouncing back from whatever barriers and brick walls appear. (Please don't ask about the b alliteration, just go with it, okay?)
Friday, January 25, 2013
Never too late to dissolve a resolution
It takes six months to make a new habit. That's quite a gestation period. Especially if it's— hypothetically course—another new year's resolution and one hasn't quite gotten around to starting it.
Well, start the meter for Peter.
Join me. It doesn't have to be over for you, either. Consider that maybe your resolution was on holiday til now. It could've been taking a breather. Y'know, pacing itself.
No matter how you look at it, go start it up.
This is your beginning. Even if it's a re-beginning.
You can do it.
Thanks for reading down here.
Friday, December 7, 2012
A few words from Captain Obvious
It
takes certain kind of courage to recognize what's right in front of your
face.
Ignoring
it is easy. That's what we condition ourselves to doing. Frankly, I’m way too
good at it. Getting sidetracked. Distracted. Like a squirrel with ADHD.
But.
Facing up to the stone cold truth, even when it's about to collide with the tip
of my nose? Eh, that's not so easy.
Those
blatant, obviousnesses of Life - the ones we take for granted and never
question - those are the truths that everybody faces. But I rarely ever
confront. Be it a health issue, or whatever. Til now.
Maybe
this sounds like the attractive glimmer of a new year’s resolution in the
making. It is for me, but feel free to appropriate it for yourself.
So
here's to hoping – first and foremost – you recognize whatever reality you’ve
been ducking, for what it is.
And
second, that you have the courage to act on it (including a prayer for having
the wisdom to know when _not_ to act on it, if that’s warranted).
Thanks
for reading all the way down here.
Monday, June 4, 2012
Why biking in the before is better
Before the night's hush is torn.
Before the day's rush is born.
Before the bugs know to steer clear, as I draw near.
Before the dogs take their owners out for a walk.
Before the babies in strollers start to balk.
Before the scooters, the skaters, and the loud-mouth haters.
Before the teams appear in matching cycle gear.
That's where I was, and now you know the because.
Hope the traffic through your day is clear and thanks for reading all the way down here.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
It's a poorly motivated swimmer who blames his goggles.
Not losing much love in retiring my swim goggles (sorta like the ones pictured above).
Did what I could to help them along through today's swim, but they:
• Lost their luster and leaked
• Failed and filled with water
• Succeeded in sucking the satisfaction out of my swim
Adjusted as best I could and kept going.
Lesson in stubbornness? Dogged determination? Or just an abdication of caring for my eyes?
Well, here's hoping that you persevere, even in the face of equipment failure.
(Ooh, lookit; there's the new ones!)
And thanks for reading all the way down here.
Did what I could to help them along through today's swim, but they:
• Lost their luster and leaked
• Failed and filled with water
• Succeeded in sucking the satisfaction out of my swim
Adjusted as best I could and kept going.
Lesson in stubbornness? Dogged determination? Or just an abdication of caring for my eyes?
Well, here's hoping that you persevere, even in the face of equipment failure.
(Ooh, lookit; there's the new ones!)
And thanks for reading all the way down here.
Friday, February 10, 2012
Why run at 5:30am? Fewer werewolves.
There're also fewer zooming bicyclists to dodge on the way to Central Park.
Fewer cabs. Cars. And trucks.
No roller bladers. Skateboarders. Or that guy practicing his cross-country skiing on wheels (rollerskiing?) - if you've ever seen him?
Nobody's window shopping. Or texting while they walk. Or ogling the tall buildings with their Nikons. The few brave (not me) souls who're out have their Nikes on and're moving like they're on a mission.
In the City That Never Sleeps, think 5:30am catches many New Yorkers napping, snug in their beds. But y'know what? At that pre-caffeinated hour, I'm just glad that they're anywhere but in front of me.
Here's hoping your day's got minimal interference, including being 100% werewolf-free.
(Photo courtesy of Isarda Sorensen.)
Thanks for reading down here.
Fewer cabs. Cars. And trucks.
No roller bladers. Skateboarders. Or that guy practicing his cross-country skiing on wheels (rollerskiing?) - if you've ever seen him?
Nobody's window shopping. Or texting while they walk. Or ogling the tall buildings with their Nikons. The few brave (not me) souls who're out have their Nikes on and're moving like they're on a mission.
In the City That Never Sleeps, think 5:30am catches many New Yorkers napping, snug in their beds. But y'know what? At that pre-caffeinated hour, I'm just glad that they're anywhere but in front of me.
Here's hoping your day's got minimal interference, including being 100% werewolf-free.
(Photo courtesy of Isarda Sorensen.)
Thanks for reading down here.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Everybody talks about the weather but nobody does anything about it & other reasons to connect with people in 2012
The New Year's well into its first month. Done anything interesting in it?
Yeah. Me neither.
Tick. Tock.
But I'm working on it.
Instead of nervous nattering in the elevator, been offering compliments to strangers. Like, "Cool shoes" (when they were, in fact, pretty cool shoes).
Or, when a slightly-anxious looking fellow was sporting a new, nicely pressed, 3 button suit, and was white knuckling his not-yet-broken-in briefcase, told him, "Hope your interview goes well."
This New Year ain't here for long. Figure it ougta be memorable, right?
Hope your 2012's full of remarkable remarks. And thanks for reading down here.
Yeah. Me neither.
Tick. Tock.
But I'm working on it.
Instead of nervous nattering in the elevator, been offering compliments to strangers. Like, "Cool shoes" (when they were, in fact, pretty cool shoes).
Or, when a slightly-anxious looking fellow was sporting a new, nicely pressed, 3 button suit, and was white knuckling his not-yet-broken-in briefcase, told him, "Hope your interview goes well."
This New Year ain't here for long. Figure it ougta be memorable, right?
Hope your 2012's full of remarkable remarks. And thanks for reading down here.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Mulching Many Christmas Trees - Sweet Smell of Success
(That was my view as I was leaving Saturday afternoon - Riverside at West 83rd Street)
Ode to Mulchfest 2012:
was evident.
Smiles on the workers (whenever we could)
were second only to the grins on kids from the neighborhood.
When the machine was mulching it was super loud
but I was happy to help the park, even sort of proud.
If you missed it this time, don't shed a tear,
plan on showing up with me, next year.
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