Goat Trails

Back when I started at the company under which I’m currently employed, we were in five
buildings near each other in a sort of quasi cul-de-sac.

My buddy and I would sometimes walk together between buildings, as was necessary depending
on what had to be done; different departments were housed in separate buildings.

And my buddy would take different paths at different times, and depending on where he was going; at the time,
I remember thinking it was interesting, the diffrent routes. He called them “goat trails”, I think.

I find myself still using goat trails — different routes from A to B — to get around, even though the company is now in one larger building that fits everyone.

I especially like to use the stairs, even though most of my work activities happen one the first floor.

The stairs provide a bit more exercise, which I definitely need. Also adds steps, to help me toward my daily goal of 10,000 steps (and 10 floors).

Walking every hour (necessary to reach to goal) doesn’t take long, gives the mind a little micro-break, and is good for your health all around — physical and mental — nothing better, I’ve found.

Keep going, however you can, I think that’s the message. FORWARD.

Back At It

Looking in the rear view, how the work week started…

Back at it Tuesday, not before,

Scribbled down in the small hours the morning prior,

Draw a line in the sand and say:

“Not yet. This is still my time, for me, my well-being first, my health, mental, physical, me.”

To be selfish in these small hours, a little more for me, pause, rest, sleep,

I’ll be back at it, full on, Tuesday but right now,

A little more for me.

Into The Void

Into the void I go…

Just a little something to help you relax, not feel too much prodding and poking,

Maybe 30, maybe 60 minutes, not too long,

And on the other side?

Hopefully the all clear, nothing more,

If something more, maybe cancer, well then…?

Well then we adjust and deal, we take counsel and then take action,

Into the void, we just don’t know, but sometimes we got to go,

Into the void~

Due Diligence

This term, “due diligence”, can mean different things I think, depending on context.

At the core it means doing the needful, being responsible, taking ownership.

There are of course many context for this idea: maybe one of the most important is being responsible for one’s personal health.

Like going to the dentist two or three times a year. Like annual check-ups. Like other tests to check key aspects of your physical health. Attending to your mental health as well.

It’s on each of us to take care of ourselves a first; we can’t help others unless we are also in good shape.

I’m headed in for a check-up procedure myself today; hoping for a good result.

Fingers crossed.

We’ll see.

Bottom line though, good, bad, or otherwise,

Due diligence. Take care of you.

Blog Like A Tweet/P.S.A: Get Vaxxed

Gotta say, so proud of these three, my kids. Not the youngest on the list: they’re 10, 9, 7. But so SO proud.

Rallied up for the Covid Vax, seemed to understand the importance, important to build immunity, important to stay safe.

Rallied up, got the jab, crying kids around us, but not these three; thou’ a little anxious, scared maybe, rallied up all the same,

So proud so proud~

#GetVaxxed

#VaxUp

“I’m Vaccinated”

Not sure who scribbled this one together, but it’s gone viral, and more important, it’s GOOD.

“I’m vaccinated and, no, I don’t know what’s in it – neither this vaccine, the ones I had as a child, nor in the Big Mac, or in hot dogs, or in other treatments…whether it’s for cancer, AIDS, the one for polyarthritis, or vaccines for infants or children. I trust my doctor when he says it’s needed.
I also don’t know what’s in Ibuprofen, Tylenol, or other meds, it just cures my headaches & my pains …
I don’t know what’s in the ink for tattoos, vaping, or every ingredient in my soap or shampoo or even deodorants. I don’t know the long term effect of cell phone use or whether or not that restaurant I just ate at REALLY used clean foods and washed their hands.
In short …
There’s a lot of things I don’t know and never will…
I just know one thing: life is short, very short, and I still want to do something other than just going to work every day or staying locked in my home. I still want to travel and hug people without fear and find a little feeling of life “before”.
As a child and as an adult I’ve been vaccinated for mumps, measles, rubella, polio, chicken pox, and quite a few others; my parents and I trusted the science and never had to suffer through or transmit any of said diseases … just saying.


I’m vaccinated, not to please the government but:

  • To not die from Covid-19.
  • To NOT clutter a hospital bed if I get sick.
  • To hug my loved ones
  • To Not have to do PCR or antigenic tests to go out dancing, go to a restaurant, go on holidays and many more things to come …
  • To live my life.
  • To have kids/grandkids go back to school and play sports.
  • For Covid-19 to be an old memory.
  • To protect us.
    Text copied, you can too.”

Oh yes, so SO agree. And so GOOD.

Get vaccinated.

Anxiety: In the Darkness

Funny thing thinking about, writing about anxiety. I see different angles at different times. No surprise, really.

That’s how anxiety works; that’s how our life experience works. Anxiety is part of it. Sure it can be overwhelming, crippling, devastating, even deadly…but then again, it’s just part of life too.

I don’t experience it in a deadly extreme fashion very often. In fact, not ever.

I’ve never considered checking out, or giving up forever, or crawling, or running, away. It’s fucking hard sometimes, but it hasn’t permanently dominated me (yet), in 54 years on this Earth.

Sure, sometimes is it hard. Sometimes it’s really hard. Sometimes it lays on top of me and won’t let me know. Sometimes it creeps up…

Like in the dark, late last night. Like after going to bed, to sleep at reasonable time, anxiety creeped up on me, unsuspecting. A few hours into the night, just after midnight, I leaped out of bed, and almost punched the wall, thinking it was someone standing there in the dark…

Anxiety waiting for me, looking at me, gently tossing and turning, maybe whispering…

I don’t know…but I didn’t want it there in that moment…don’t want it there, in the darkness…

But if it’s there…well fine…

If it’s there, I might roll over, or I might leap up and punch it in the face,

One thing I do know, I’m not giving up, and I’m not checking out.

Let it come. Come along, anxiety…

In the dark, in the light, how you like…I might not be ready, but come along all the same.