Addictive Coincidence

Coincidence or not?  A subject up for debate.  I take the position that only a few things in life are coincidence.  Leave it to those quantum physics guys to one day figure out that the "God particle" will lead to proving time manipulation could possibly be real.  Granted I have NO background on the subject matter, I do recognize in prime moments when a massive collision of "there is no way in hell this could be a coincidence" is staring at me in the face.  I would even go as far as to say that we in some way manifest situations (perhaps even pre-plan them?). 

Real story:

One night over 15 years ago I was driving home from a job that sucked the life out of me.  It was dark and hot and I had my window cracked just so I could feel something more than disdain.  That was a major funk of a night.  Highly disappointed in life and where I was and with no direction.  I started daydreaming of what would want to do, the type of people I wanted to work with and played out a full conversation in my head (yes, I never said I was normal).  Now jump ahead 10 years........ I found myself sitting around an long oval desk in a conference room discussing random research questions, reports and laughing.  An epiphany of a moment!  I immediately went back to the dismal night in my car and the made up conversation I played out in my mind.  I WAS LIVING IT!  Never told anyone about that until this week.  Actually I don't think I thought about the magnitude of it until I began discussing if coincidence is truly just coincidence or if it could be something more.  I know what I believe and find the one-on-one discussion with someone to be fulfilling enough to believe those conversations are NOT coincidence. 

Lucky me...... those conversations can be so unbelievably addictive that I begin to omit the word moderation from my vocabulary.  Those precarious words: moderation and balance, they feel so limiting and imposed by others.  Why not say......... indulge and find your own personal balance so you can feel like YOU?  Indulge in conversations about coincidence while internally begging for additional subjects to ponder.  Tonight I will situationally imagine another situation and see if "coincidence" steps in and shines on me.

Schwinn Me Some Creativity

Sooooo, you've asked that I write, the few of you out there that read my mindlessness.  I say..... I can't think of anything.  What happen to the funny me?  The cynical match making of crude jargon that means nothing has left my brain.  I say....... I want it back. 

I no longer have light bulb moments when it comes to life.  I've quit watching and started focusing on the more obscure.  I've started watching 12 feet above the ground when I am out of the cement blocks that usually cover my shadow.  When is the last time you looked above all that was flying around, 1 to 10 feet off the ground?  You see life differently.  Things move slower (except for birds, planes and an occasional hummingbird and bee).  There is little content to work with when you are viewing life like a child looking at the stars.  Soooooooooo, if I am out of witty and remarkable mis-grammer laden content what do you propose I write about?

I've really got nothing..............

Two of my most popular posts have been about Target.  Let me see if I can salvage a story from my recent trip....................  Yes, maybe a little story.

I've been contemplating getting a beach cruiser.  Because in my young age of 37 I am attempting to grasp at the strings of my fleeting youth.  As a child I had a few beach cruisers.  My parents would indulge me and take me to the beach and let me ride, ride, ride.  Good Memories!!!

I just happen to be at my favorite french store............... Targetttttt (say it with a french accent).  I saw a cherry red Schwinn with a darling little old lady basket.  Yep, I think I was channeling a inner SER (code).  I was alone with the bikes, so I thought what the hell, why not drag one down and just sit on it.  See how it feels.  Not looking down at the seat, I hopped right on.  The seat had been adjusted in an odd manner............. the front of the seat was facing about 3 inches towards the sky.  I can say................ if I had been a young girl.............. I would no longer be holding on to a prized possession.  OUCH!!!!!  It is as if Target's Lost Prevention are members of the ThoughtPolice and they know exactly where I am headed and how to play sick jokes at my expense. (If you are wondering what other craziness I have endured in the giant red store you will need to read 2 blogs I wrote about, tennis racket and Idaho potatoes).  I am 0-3!!  When is it my turn to win?  That store kicks my emotional ass all the time.  The freaky part is that I keep going back...............

Well my two that wish me to write.............. I am going to try again and again.  Time to hop back in the saddle and see if I can find that elusive creativity.  Someone recently explained their concept of creativity to me and it made me long to find mine again.  Sooooo, I am on the search.......... I will try to dig deep.  Try to breathe creativity again.............. and hope it will feed my soul.