Mem. Weekend Blowout!

Really? A blowout? Hmmm. Maybe that’s more of a frame of mind than actual descriptive of what the weekend has in store.

It’s been a busy few weeks, feels like, culminated today with the usual whirlwind of month-end activities to close out May.

Quite a whirl: work orders, cycle counts, non-conforming material management, shortages, SAP reporting, all standard supply chain activities, day-in, day-out.

Ho hum, ready to break free, dadlife cut loose, unplug a bit, UNWIND.

So backyard camping, s’mores, personal this-and-that’s, some winding thought and extra rest in-store.

It’s a blowout for sure.

GOOD.

Check Sent

The power of the Sent Folder in email? Maybe really underrated.

Does anyone else do this? Is this a secret weapon for more productive follow up, a helpful reference…

What did you do an hour ago? Did you send that email? What did you accomplish yesterday, last week…

Much insight can be gleaned from the Sent Folder in your email app.

Find the power, feel the power, tighten things up, get on track, stay on track,

Check Sent.

Lyrics Post: “I’m Alive”

1980. I was coming of age with music, trying to make it my own. Ronnie Montrose, and his second band…love this one from that San Francisco band, Gamma.

“Did you ever see a man with no heart
Baby that was me
Just a lonely, lonely man with no heart
Can you set me free? I can breathe, I can breathe
I can see, I can see
I can touch, I can touch
I can feel, I can feel I can taste the sweetness of your kiss
You show me all the things I ever missed I never felt like this
I’m Alive, I’m Alive, I’m Alive Well I used to think I was livin’But I was wrong
No, I never knew a bit about livin’Until you came along I can breathe, I can breathe
I can see, I can see
I can touch, I can touch
I can feel, I can feel I can taste the sweetness of your kiss
You show me all the things I ever missed I never felt like this
I’m Alive, I’m Alive, I’m Alive Well I used to think I was livin’But I was wrong
No, I never knew a bit about livin’Until you came along I can breathe, I can breathe
I can see, I can see
I can touch, I can touch
I can feel, I can feel I can taste the sweetness of your kiss
You show me all the things I ever missed I never felt like this
I’m Alive, I’m Alive, I’m Alive
I’m Alive, I’m Alive, I’m Alive

written by: Clint C. Ballard Jr.

Write Now, It Feels GOOD

I was talking to a friend recently, someone who pretty much thinks and writes for a living. She’s an attorney, so she’s deep into it: notes and briefs and opinions and…well, I’m not sure what all else (I should ask her!).

And we were talking about writing in general — at least that’s how I remember the convo — and I was asking her about her writing. She was an English major when we went to college. I was a Political Science major; lots of writing there between us.

So in that tid-bit of conversation I was trying to encourage her to write — for herself I meant, but maybe didn’t say.

I conveyed what this blog has become for me. I think I was pretty sloppy in my explanation, but the sentiment was true enough. Writing feels good. At least it does to me. And that’s what I was trying to convey. Write, just because if you’re a writer, it feels GOOD to write.

I’m not sure she believed me. Or maybe better said, I’m not sure she was feeling the enthusiasm I feel about writing. Maybe this is because she’s a writer who wants the words to end up perfectly, or as close as she can get. I’m not sure. Maybe my babble was little disjointed. That certainly happens too sometimes.

In any event, that writing to make the words perfect on the page…I sort of gave up on that central goal a while ago. I’m happy when the words end up perfectly, but more important to me is getting the words out, and sharing them with others, with you.

So thanks for giving me that opportunity. Little did you know, you’re adding to the good in my world. And I appreciate it.

Flutter

Things a flutter as week under way, lots to do, lots to say.

Usual start, early, in the dark, step step to the start, flutter along.

In the mix now, inside all aflutter, one step at a time all the same, to the better,

Better side, calm the flutter, do another, and another, forward forward, calm, calm the flutter.

Bridge

Big and small, long and short, we cross them all the time. Bridging time, past to present, present to future.

Bridging time and memories and feelings and desires and who we were, thought we were, want to be in this moment.

Bridge the music and the sounds and the feelings poured in and poured out, from your head and your heart, from you, to you, for you.

Choose to bridge. Choose the bridge. Take the path, walk across the boards to a better side, the other side, who you are in the next moment.

Make it good.