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Too many things on my bookshelf: books (of course), DVDs, pottery, magazines, CDs, other junk. If I moved all of these items to spaces specifically designated only for them, I'd have no room for anything else. I guess the cramped and mix-'n-match bookshelf concept works after all!
I like to think I have a fair amount of integrity, but is thinking that immodest and, consequently, a sign of less integrity? So many questions, so much self-analysis, so little actual work or moral whatever getting accomplished. Integrity is integral, but that seems to run counter to how integrity is -- know what I mean?
I tried really hard to get here on time -- and pushed myself to get all of my work done before heading out -- but it was not to be this time around. I am not perfect, but I gave it my all. Really -- I did.
A loaded word -- connected by wires and modems and ones and zeros and blips and bleeps, but is that really connection? Looking someone in the eye and seeing their essence -- and them seeing yours is what connection is really all about -- not how many blogs you subscribe to or e-books you read.
Inner, outer, beyond that place I care to go. Lifting something, someone, myself up. That is all.
Getting where I need to go; not harming anyone else; being okay with myself as I am and everyone else and everything else as they are. I wish I knew what this really felt like. Feeling unsuccessful is particularly unpleasant.
All there is to know is in the galaxy -- or so I thought until I had one of those "a-ha" or spiritual awakening kind of moments. I was sitting under the stars and just saying "thank you" to no one in particular. That's when it hit me that the galaxy is only part of existence and no one person or thing or place is everything; that's deep!
Wishing that you cared as much for me as I do for you -- or that it mattered as much to you as it does to me. Feeling like you don't know what to do when I suggest something; just go with it and trust me.
George Bush making decisions without confabbing with anyone besides his conception of God. My boss choosing not to do any work -- with executive prerogative. Let me go, that's all I ask.