The voice tells me I need to let go of my dreams because I am being unreasonable and follows up with a comment about how I need to just accept Trump as president.
“I don’t have to accept anything, especially when their actions are contradictory and I know better. Don’t need to blindly accept Trump either. I have no idea what his core beliefs are and neither doe he. That is a bad thing.”
Their words are cloaked as advice but really they are wrapped in fear that someone will discover the emperor has no clothes.
I refuse to accept their fear nor wait to see if Trump grows up and learns how to admit he doesn’t know everything and has made a significant number of missteps.
“Josh, relax and give him time to learn.”
“Right, I forgot the way to avoid getting pregnant is to put the condom on after you have sex.”
10,000 Things To Do & No Help
Moving day approaches and I have 10,000 things to do and no help.
Got so much going on I feel like I am walking around in a daze and am trying hard not to forget to do what cannot wait and trying to remind myself there are some things that can.
But it is not easy because a couple of days after the move I am on a plane to go back to LA for my daughter’s Bat Mitzvah.
That reminds me, I need to set aside time to put together the video montage. I have done some of the prep work but there is a lot that has to happen.
What concerns me most is that I am not an expert at doing this and as a result it might take much longer than I anticipate.
Every day I review pictures and try to put together a basic storyboard so that I can drop the photos into place.
A portion of that time is dedicated to thinking about what songs to include and to trying not to freak out.
My baby has gotten to be so damn big and it happened overnight.
Guess that means in a short time I’ll have the proverbial empty nest and won’t that be different and interesting.
That reminds me, we have a father/daughter dance to do in a couple of weeks. When she was really little I used to pick her and dance to this.
When she reached a certain age she decided she didn’t like it anymore and we stopped. I imagine there will come a time when she might change her mind and choose to do it again.
That reminds me that somewhere around the same time I came across Mansions Of The Lord and Sgt. Mackenzie.
Always liked it, so I picked up a copy on iTunes.
Sometimes I use it to help me write and sometimes I listen to this version instead.
I don’t know about you, but I love music that tells a story and makes me feel something.
That is what I try to do with these blog posts, tell some kind of story and make people feel something.
Can’t say I am successful every time, but I refuse to let fear stop me from trying. Remind me to read and re-read that because I need to apply to a couple other areas.
And now we have reached the end of the post and only now can we decide if this is really blog post that people read or if it is one that serves as a cure for insomnia.
I can also tell you I have always wanted to learn how to play the bagpipes. I figure it could be kind of cool, especially for when you have loud and obnoxious neighbors.
Certainly better and more effective at expressing your mood than throwing eggs or TPing a house.
Got to run back to the salt mines now, see you in the comments.