Lift ’em Up

Hot Air Balloon InventorHe wanted to help them look down on the tallest rooftop.

So he cut back on sleep and used his bedsheets to construct a balloon.

He didn’t waste any hot air promising the people. It was all put into the balloon.

After decades of crashes and complaints, he finally created the first hot air balloon safe enough for others to ride.

Watching from the ground, he never felt higher.

 

 

To-Do: Blog Pep-Talk

Whats The Point?

Lately this blog has been feeling like a “to-do,” an annoying thing I have to get out of the way as opposed to a creation that makes me feel better once I complete it.

I want to drop it, but I never stick to anything. So even though I don’t tell anyone it exists – and some of them are non-sensical, non-value-add posts, I gotta keep on keeping on.

Keep writing. A break through is around the corner.

 

Daily Blog #11

Posting From BedA daily practice is important, but it’s best to do it first thing. That way it starts your day off with a win — with an energy boost.

If you put it off, your daily practice becomes another daily “to-do.” To-do’s are an energy drain that you have to squeeze in before you can end your day.

Do something every day for a week. Be sure to complete it early. The benefits of the daily practice will push you through those days when it feels more like a daily “to do.”

Goodnight.

Skee Ball


My balls drop and I go for the tightest hole. 100,000. The coveted hole in the top left corner.

Aim, fire. Gutterball. Aim, fire. Gutterball. Aim, fire Gutterball. Hmmm…

The guy on my left is steady sinking the middle hole. 10,000 points a pop. 3 in a row.

I’m down, but whatever. With 7 more shots to go, it’s early.

I focus and pay attention to my technique for the next couple shots. None of them hit, but I’m getting closer.

Meanwhile, the guy on my left slipped up. Gutterball. Ha! Gutterball and he was shooting for that big wide 10,000 point ring. What a dope.

We each have 3 balls left.  I take aim and… awwww, in and out! Are you kidding me!? I couldn’t have come any closer. The guy on my left sinks another 10,000. 70,000 to 0.  What an asshole…

I shoot again and… wayyyy offf! Oughh. I’m down to one ball.

I wait and watch the guy on my left out of the corner of my eye. Let him take his last two shots before I skee my final ball. He makes no complaint about going twice in a row, because he’s unaware we’re competing.  I don’t even know the guy.

10,000. 10,000. Guy on my left finishes with a respectable 90,000.

“One shot left. Let’s see what you got man.” Says the guy on my left with a smile.

What a dickhead! Has he been tracking me this entire time? Treating this like some sort of competition. Who does that!?

My only chance of winning is to hit the 100,000. The hole I’ve missed on 9 previous shots.

The arcade lights and pop music fade from perception. I see nothing but that sweet little hole in the top left corner.

Ready… aim, fire. 100,000! Booya bitch.

The loser on my left walks away.  As I step back to take in my winning scoreboard a 7 year old swerves in front of me and wipes the slate clean, inserting his quarter to start a new game.

Despite my victory, I can only hope this newcomer aims for the big middle ring. It’s a more sensible way to play.