A little vacay time

I threw my bags in the car, climbed in, slammed the door and screamed, "Yeehaw! What I didn't pack I'll have to buy - it's vacation time!"
My head spun with the possibilities of this adventure. The days of hiking, swimming, boating, and best of all, reading a stack of books that have been waiting for this occassion. I wiped worries from my brow and headed in the direction of bliss!

Tender Tears

The sun warmed my face as the heatwaves carried my worries from me into the atmosphere. The clouds absorbed my thoughts and angels converted them to raindrops that fell like tears to the dry earth, touching me with tenderness.

Modern-day Dorothy

She used her sunglasses like a mask, shielding the realness from escaping her pleading pupils. Her little dog resembled Toto, carried in a basket on her way to meet the wizard. Her husband, the Tin Man, his heart cold and rusted from lack of use. Her brainless Scarecrow friends wishing for wisdom, but hoping it won’t crack their botoxed foreheads. The Lion existed inside of her, begging her for courage to step off the yellow brick road, unshackle the cuffs of conformity, and dance with the Lollipop Kids.

SUV Trade-in

Traded in their identities
For SUVs, Minivans, and Prozac.
I look at the parking lot
Full of us.
I wonder what it would be like
If we were all 20 years younger?
Perhaps we'd step out
Of our steel doors
To socialize with each other.
Searching for reasons to
Separate ourselves.

Light of Purpose

My mind’s fog burned away
By the heat of purpose.
Drawing me into the flame
Steps away from success.
When priority rules
All else succumbs.
The difficulty is in
Identifying focus
Projecting purpose
Dedicating to decision.
When performed
The blinding light
Only beckons to be followed.

Participation Obligation

Night approached and I felt my patience wane.
Had this really turned out to be an all day event?
It must be the telltale mark of having fun,
Time flies, right?

However, there is an acme in it for me.
A time when I’ve decided my enjoyment
Has peaked and it’s time to go home.

Unfortunately, this usually happens
Well after I should have already left.

So worried that I might miss out on something
I find myself again overcommitted and exhausted.

When will I learn
That just because it’s a new opportunity
Does not mean that I must participate?

Ambling toward Passion

This day started like any other day, alive with possibility and brimming with passion.
My very essence propelled me to leap out of bed and jumpstart the day with an attitude of achieving the impossible, taking on the world in a single second.
Wait....
That's not exactly how it started.

More like, alive with drool and brimming with eye crust. Coffee propelled me out of my slumber, and jumpstarted my day with a trip to the bathroom. Isnt' that a more typical day, though?

What if it could be different?
What would it take?
What if all it took was recognizing one of our passions and ambling our way toward it?

Think back on your life. When was a time that you felt prodded ahead, excited by possibilities, dreaming of a new future? What made you feel that way?

And the million dollar question - How do you recapture that and adapt it to your life now?
The secret to your happiness just may rest in your answer.

For real

I told myself not to be surprised
By this uncanny turn of events.
Hadn't I known from the beginning
That something didn't feel right?
Ignoring instinct can be brutal,
An internal "I told you so"
Echoes in my head.

When all else seems real,
What is the real "real"?
And will we ever know
When we've stepped into it?

Rum Cake Life

I have realized that
With a mouthful of rum cake
My life
Appears much sweeter.

Perhaps it’s a message
To me
That I need to be careful
With my surroundings.