Yeah bet you thought you were done with these! Not so fast.
The thing about writing post-apocalyptic stories is you look to find how far you can push a character and have them still hold onto their humanity. In my series there are two ways it can go…a character can go primal, losing their humanity, or they can become primed finding their end of the world self.
In my younger years I thought this was something that only existed in works of fiction. The older I’ve become the more I see it was a real world trait. The decisions people are faced with every day can change the course of their life.
So this tip is know your line before you get to it.
“You’re a bridge. Women date you and they go from where they are to where they need to be” sort of a more poetic version of good luck chuck I suppose. True or false I’m not quite sure, insult or not, I’m also not sure. But it is a statement I take some pride in as I try to think it means I have a positive difference in the lives of those I date and help them find their way to the people they need to be for the right person(that or I’m such a horrendous partner that after me they will settle for anything)
Remember when something breaks you have two choices: quit or carry on. Obstacles will always be in your way but that’s no excuse to not finish what you start.
During a phone call with my dad this evening he pointed out I hadn’t posted in a while. The long and short of it is I am tired. Reaching that point of the semester with teaching/coaching/recruiting that I am exhausted.
So as I sit here on my treadmill getting up the motivation to run I look back a few hours into my day when my girls were so spent that they had to drag themselves out of the water.
I feel as long as I am putting other humans through such tortures I should be no exception.
My legs hurt. My knee is sore as shit. My hip is out of alignment. My back feels like someone took a whip to it. My shoulders are in no way pleasant. And most difficultly my mind is broke at the moment.
But that’s why I have to stand up, go for a run, finish homework, and put some words on the page before I sleep.
My father made sure I was stronger than life. So I run, and as I run I’m reminded of the words of my good friend Tim Smith as spoken as he drug my dying ass on a run around Wilkes-Barre during out masters… “every runner is running toward something or away from it.”
Anything that is given can be taken away, anything earned will stay.
Short one today…boys if you’re stalking me today this one is for you.
You aren’t defined by how hard you can fight at 100%, you’re defined by how hard you can fight when you’ve got nothing left to fight with.
Recently I had the chance to look at the stars. This is always a grounding experience for me. There are two lessons I always take from the stars. The first is that when my life feels overwhelming, they remind me how large the universe is and just how insignificant my existence is. When you remember that you are a tiny speck in a wide universe and will pass unnoticed it helps to not stress you haven’t had a chance to mow the lawn in two weeks.
The second lesson I always take from this is that in the time it takes for the light of a star to reach my eye that star may have already lived its full life and has burned out. None of us are going to live forever, but we all can live lives that send our light years into the future, long after we are gone.
So on one hand remember you are insignificant on the other remember you are significant.
My personality has been commented on a couple times lately and a few pretty cool things came of it.
I’m often mistaken for a pessimist, but as a friend recently said to that endeavor I just accept that the world and people are flawed. I wear my own flaws on my sleeve and I expect things to be flawed. It isn’t that I always see the negative it’s that I don’t expect the world or my life to be perfect.
That conversation lead to another with my adopted little sister which I had a line she said I have to write because it was good, and so here it goes.
I don’t expect every day to be sunny. Some days it is going to rain. I’d rather have an umbrella than a bad attitude.
So remember none of us are perfect. Not me. Not you. Not the world. We all have our flaws. Sometimes it’s gonna rain, but that doesn’t mean it has to ruin your day.
Once upon a time I played a good bit of poker. Mostly Texas holdem. For those that don’t know each player has two cards and there are a community of five to make the best hand.
One of the major lessons I learned is that no matter how much you wish or hope you can’t do anything to change the cards.
Your hand is your hand.
Your opponents hand is their hand.
The community is the community.
The only thing that is ever in your control is how you play your hand. Fold, call, raise, meek or strong, bluff or honest. The cards are the last thing in the world that matter, all that truly can change your odds is how you play the hand.
7/2 off suit was always my favorite starting hand, because in Texas that is statistically the worst hand you can be dealt. But I loved it because I knew with that bad deal I could still take down the hand.
So remember you can’t control the deal, but you can control your attitude and actions.