Headphones Help You Hear

Sometimes I really love to walk. You get a chance to observe and think relatively undistracted. Unlike most modes of transportation, you can walk and daydream at the same time minus a crosswalk incident. Not only can you daydream, it's easier for you listen and obtain information.

This morning, I was walking from the train and on my way to work. Headphones blaring tunes out of the MP3. It's the same music I have been listening to for a couple of months and I am bored with it. This happens often since I don't download a lot of music. However, once in awhile I reconnect on why I put some songs on there in the first place. When choosing music, rythyms and beats draw me initially;then the lyrics. Yet whenever I get bored it's the lyrics that bring me back to listening to a song and music overall.

Lyrics, sentences, words are powerful. They evoke imagery and emotion. If I am feeling it, my swagger turns on while I look down the street. If I am feeling it, I get brainstorms and try to troubleshoot my issues. If I am feeling it, good or bad, I get clarity. All thanks to well placed words sung by artists. I truly respect a songwriter who takes the time to bring their thoughts into fruition. It reminds me that I am not alone, even if I am by myself while listening to it.

Getting Wired

Way to many online networks, settings, menus, and I intend to go from novice to knowledgeable. I want to catch up, but I am not so sure if I am completely ready for cutting edge. Many moons ago, I used to fear being too connected and relying on technology so much. Maybe the Y2K scare got embedded in me.

Do I want "me" out there like that? Will someone want to take me and my info for evil-doing (thanks GWB). After a good laugh at my own expense, I declare it improbable. My credit and my life are not in the stellar category. Perhaps I am too complex to decipher or am I giving myself too many kudos. Yes, I am because it makes me feel good.

What happens if I lose something...a password, a cellphone, a PDA, anything that carried info and prevented me from retrieving it. My head stuck on the lovliness of pen & paper, stationary and journals. Handwriting is more intimate and personal which translated to me as being authentic. Also, it's easily verified, but I guess I will never be the subject for CSI or Law & Order. At least I hope not.

In getting to know myself better, I realize I don't like losing stuff. Plus I can pass as genuine to most people. I have done my best to hold on to what is dear. If info is lost, nowadays there are more ways to retrieve it. If I lose it, I take it in better stride because it's not so important in the grand scheme of things. Enjoy the now and try to treasure the rest the best way you can.

Making that connection and understanding has gotten me over the hump, plus technology has opened up to self-publish too. That's just in case I feel the need to indulge in myself and share it with others. I know yall want to bask in my glow!

Therefore, I am getting down and dirty, one unnecessary social network at a time. Putting thoughts here and there to see what sticks on the ribs. I still have my journals for the real scary thoughts and ideas to valuable to shre for free. Wish me luck on keeping up, and hope to meet again at another cyber-addy of our choosing.

Signing off...

Sleep Deprivation

They smell my exhaustion and feed on me more. I try running to my bed but my clumsy ass falls down in the hallway like a white girl in a horror flick. When I come to they are over me yelling, "MOMMY WAKE UP!"

I am a night person, unfortunately, my kids are light sleepers. I am bossy, unfortunately, my daughter, picked up that trait too. She refuses to let me rest. She sounds like my mom when I was in grade school. Here are the best lines:

"Mommy, get up!"

"Mommy get dressed!"

"No Mommy UP!"

It's like she catches me sleeping as if I was a student in her class, Figuring Out Toddlers 101. Right now I would give myself a grade of B-. I can chuckle at her outbursts and hissy fits, but muddling through her candid observations. She understands when she gets tired and of course Mommy is suppose to do something about it.

There is a limited amount of time to reconcile this before I go back to work.