So in honor of the OSCAR nominations coming out and the little gratitude speeches that will be given tomorrow I’ll make this entry all about gratitude. However, this morning I woke up pretty cranky so when I started to look through some Valentine’s Day. Bling my daughter is crafting and wondered what shade of red I should. Get I thought. To myself—what’s the coolest? The Answer of course was. Frankly—scarlet but I don’t give a damn. So I’m not running to the front of any boats and shouting I’m on top of the world this. Morning but I. Will try to focus as the universe stares me in in the face and asks if I’m feeling lucky and I’m thinking I’m not controlling today so much so I just shook my head and thought okay Tuesday make my day.
Well if you read yesterday’s rant you know The promise was made to talk about the magic of memories. Let’s start out making a distinction in the world of seeking peace and joy. When I’m talking about memories I’m talking about the collection of experiences not a list of facts about. The past. So often we set goals that we hope to make part of our future, president, and eventually our past. When I was very young I made some of these goals about. Cash and getting more of it. Well from time to time I’ve done okay with that but if you asked me to recount my best memories the answers might disappoint some of you because I can’t show you the money. I also can’t show you a bunch of trendy. Fashions or new dangled stuff because I didn’t need to have what. She’s having or he’s having for that matter. Some of the best memories are those I built with friends over time and really when I was with some of them it felt like home and. Of course there’s no place like home. Whenever I’ve felt like I was on extremely shaky ground in later years, I’ve pounded my brain for a minute and admitted this is not where I expected right now and in order to move forward I recognized that fact by qwuoting from OZ hey...what would you do with a brain if you had one? Then I just looked for a yellow brick and headed out on the road to a new experience. Since I’m a human, it is impossible to leave all the bad experiences and memories of them. Behind although I’d like to tell them haste la vista baby. So I stare them in the face and ask...you talkin’ to me...are you talkin’ to me? If I don’t figure out why these memories. Exist in a place and time. When I’m facing something I have been known to lash out claiming hey memories you think I’m out of order well you ‘re out of order, this whole situation is out of. Order and remind them that I’m not afraid of no ghosts.
I guess what I’m saying here is don’t drag the memories around if they are. Not helpful. You are not in Kansas anymore for a reason so here’s a tip. Think of three great memories and one not so great. Notice where you were, who you were with and remember any conversations. You had... Ask yourself which of these things you can ever reconstruct and then if your memories still get in the way explain to your spirit of exploration and experimentation and growth that what we have isn’t much to worry about... What we have here is a failure to communicate. That is to say recognize your memories as lasting lessons and determine whether those memories are really the tools you need for this specific. Situation. So often we let our memories dictate our beliefs about our current identity when very often they just don’t apply. What you do when you. Allow your memories to dictate instead of inform is giving up the ability of. Your current. Self to seek peace and joy right now in short you have no chance to carpe diem. So work with your memories a bit after you meditate or before you do, but not when you are in the flow of your day. One of the best days of my life is when I realized that these memories I treasured weren’t always my friends and while it works for The Godfather it’s not always to hold my friends close and my enemies closer. So I made my memories a deal they couldn’t refuse and said —I’ll always respect you and value your lessons, however you’re not going to get me and my little dog too.
In short, in seeking peace and joy make memories your magic toolboxes and teachers but pay no attention to the man behind the curtain who is trying to. Rule you with the fear of your past or scare you. Out of moving forward. remember your best past at a ratio of about three to one it’s easy if you try. Don’t be at all afraid to interrupt a bad memory and say that’s enough and visualize yoursaelf destroying the fear...heck even use Dirty Harry’s 44 Manum and ask the fear if It feels lucky bunk? Then tell it say hello to my little friend and pump that memory full of lead.
Why. Treat your memories this way? Well. Plutonium might be old on every street corner in 2025 but it’s. Pretty hard to come by here... so you can’t hop in your DeLorean and go back to fix the past and you can’t let the space time continuum keep repeating itself...Your life is not Ground Hog’s Day although I’m not sure it’s ever too early for flapjacks.
Well pilgrims ... my fingers are getting tired and I need to. Go quietly into that good night. I’ll put together one more segment of this. In the morning when I open my eyes wide and I breathe in the air outside after all I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. for. Now cherish the good memories and swear as God as your witness that you’ll never let the rotten ones. Make you go hungry for peace and joy again. Tell your doubts that your name is Indigo Montoya and while bad memories killed your father they can prepare to die.
Yo Rock cue. The theme song because I Gotta Fly Now , but tomorrow I’ll be back.
Hasta la vista Baby
in honor of the OSCAR nominations coming out and the little gratitude speeches that will be given tomorrow I’ll make this entry all about gratitude. However, this morning I woke up pretty cranky so when I started to look through some Valentine’s Day. Bling my daughter is crafting and wondered what shade of red I should. Get I thought. To myself—what’s the coolest? The Answer of course was. Frankly—scarlet but I don’t give a damn. So I’m not running to the front of any boats and shouting I’m on top of the world this. Morning but I. Will try to focus as the universe stares me in in the face and asks if I’m feeling lucky and I’m thinking I’m not controlling today so much so I just shook my head and thought okay Tuesday make my day.
Well if you read yesterday’s rant you know The promise was made to talk about the magic of memories. Let’s start out making a distinction in the world of seeking peace and joy. When I’m talking about memories I’m talking about the collection of experiences not a list of facts about. The past. So often we set goals that we hope to make part of our future, present, and eventually our past. When I was very young I made some of these goals about. Cash and getting more of it. Well from time to time I’ve done okay with that but if you asked me to recount my best memories the answers might disappoint some of you because I can’t show you the money. I also can’t show you a bunch of trendy. Fashions or new dangled stuff because I didn’t need to have what. She’s having or he’s having for that matter. Some of the best memories are those I built with friends over time and really when I was with some of them it felt like home and. Of course there’s no place like home. Whenever I’ve felt like I was on extremely shaky ground in later years, I’ve pounded my brain for a minute and admitted this is not where I expected right now and in order to move forward I recognized that fact by qwuoting from OZ hey...what would you do with a brain if you had one? Then I just looked for a yellow brick and headed out on the road to a new experience. Since I’m a human, it is impossible to leave all the bad experiences and memories of them. Behind although I’d like to tell them haste la vista baby. So I stare them in the face and ask...you talkin’ to me...are you talkin’ to me? If I don’t figure out why these memories. Exist in a place and time. When I’m facing something I have been known to lash out claiming hey memories you think I’m out of order well you ‘re out of order, this whole situation is out of. Order and remind them that I’m not afraid of no ghosts.
I guess what I’m saying here is don’t drag the memories around if they are. Not helpful. You are not in Kansas anymore for a reason so here’s a tip. Think of three great memories and one not so great. Notice where you were, who you were with and remember any conversations. You had... Ask yourself which of these things you can ever reconstruct and then if your memories still get in the way explain to your spirit of exploration and experimentation and growth that what we have isn’t much to worry about... What we have here is a failure to communicate. That is to say recognize your memories as lasting lessons and determine whether those memories are really the tools you need for this specific. Situation. So often we let our memories dictate our beliefs about our current identity when very often they just don’t apply. What you do when you. Allow your memories to dictate instead of inform is giving up the ability of. Your current. Self to seek peace and joy right now in short you have no chance to carpe diem. So work with your memories a bit after you meditate or before you do, but not when you are in the flow of your day. One of the best days of my life is when I realized that these memories I treasured weren’t always my friends and while it works for The Godfather it’s not always to hold my friends close and my enemies closer. So I made my memories a deal they couldn’t refuse and said —I’ll always respect you and value your lessons, however you’re not going to get me and my little dog too.
In short, in seeking peace and joy make memories your magic toolboxes and teachers but pay no attention to the man behind the curtain who is trying to. Rule you with the fear of your past or scare you. Out of moving forward. remember your best past at a ratio of about three to one it’s easy if you try. Don’t be at all afraid to interrupt a bad memory and say that’s enough and visualize yoursaelf destroying the fear...heck even use Dirty Harry’s 44 Manum and ask the fear if It feels lucky bunk? Then tell it say hello to my little friend and pump that memory full of lead.
Why. Treat your memories this way? Well. Plutonium might be old on every street corner in 2025 but it’s. Pretty hard to come by here... so you can’t hop in your DeLorean and go back to fix the past and you can’t let the space time continuum keep repeating itself...Your life is not Ground Hog’s Day although I’m not sure it’s ever too early for flapjacks.
Well pilgrims ... my fingers are getting tired and I need to. Go quietly into that good night. I’ll put together one more segment of this. In the morning when I open my eyes wide and I breathe in the air outside after all I love the smell of Napalm in the morning. for. Now cherish the good memories and swear as God as your witness that you’ll never let the rotten ones. Make you go hungry for peace and joy again. Tell your doubts that your name is Indigo Montoya and while bad memories killed your father they can prepare to die.
Yo Rock cue. The theme song because I Gotta Fly Now , but tomorrow I’ll be back.
Hasta la vista Baby
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