Joe: “I called my girlfriend at work and asked, “Do you ever get a shooting pain across your body, like someone’s got a voodoo doll of you and they’re stabbing it?”
Pete: “What did she say?”
Joe: “She said, “No.” Then I said, “How about now?”
Joe: “I called my girlfriend at work and asked, “Do you ever get a shooting pain across your body, like someone’s got a voodoo doll of you and they’re stabbing it?”
Pete: “What did she say?”
Joe: “She said, “No.” Then I said, “How about now?”
Our minds work just like our other muscles, and evidence suggests that taking regular breaks helps fuel productivity and creativity. Our brains will stop registering a sight, sound or feeling if that same stimulus is constant over time or remains unchanged. To prevent overload, take a short break to refresh your mind when you feel like you’re getting overwhelmed or distracted. Make sure to leave your phone and any other work-related devices at your desk . Try going for a five-minute walk outside and just enjoying the fresh air.
I’m going to jump over the bumps, laugh at my spills, and keep on singing.
It’s all good.
“Don’t ever write anything you don’t like yourself and if you do like it, don’t take anyone’s advice about changing it. They just don’t know.”
~ Raymond Chandler
“Your eyes show the strength of your soul.” ~ Paulo Coehlo
Thick is the darkness
William Ernest Henley.
Sunward, O, sunward!
Rough is the highway—
Onward, still onward!
Dawn harbors surely
East of the shadows.
Facing us somewhere
Spread the sweet meadows.
Upward and forward!
Time will restore us:
Light is above us,
Rest is before us.
Pete: “I just got back from a job interview, they asked me if can perform under pressure.”
Joe: “What did you tell the interviewer?”
Pete: “I said I wasn’t too sure about that but I can play the Beer Barrel Polka.”
“Let your light shine today, and let your personality blossom, too. You don’t have to be a people-pleaser, just a people-lover.” ~ Beth Moore
“Your intuition knows what to write, so get out of the way.”
Ray Bradbury
A Psalm of Life
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.