It's all about discipline, buddy.
You take these things for granted as only a worker bee can, you just get up and strap on the feedbag and press your clothes and jump into your car and just do it, punch the clock, stand and take your customer's grief and boss's crap and you just do it, get up every morning and do it, not only because you want to get paid but because you truly love the work. You may not get to say that very often with conviction, especially if you've had a toxic kind of day, the kind of day where admin passes down assinine directive and a customer leaves a trail of biohazardous stuff on the carpets around the building and you find that your tire is flat and dog is sick and the roof is leaking and you end up late for work late and they say that it's okay but that look you get from your coworkers says it's not. Someday's you wonder if it would have been better to stay in bed.
To that I say "no".
It doesn't matter if you are gainfully employed or out of work you still have to get out of bed. You really no choice if you are true worker bee, if you truly value the benefits of getting out of bed and facing the day. It's more than just getting up just so can tell your mate or partner or spouse or internet pal that you did something meaningful with your day as they get up and take on the slog. It's just so you can feel good about using the most precious gift imaginable, and that's another day standing upright on God's green earth.
So, every day I have my things to do list that has nothing to do with projects. I know that someday soon the weather will change and the idea of sending out for Chinese food and staying in bed all day watching movies and sipping champagne with a lover will sound great, but for the moment it's all about me and the world and the things that need doing.
Every day I have ten things that I have to do in order to make that day worth while. Your list will be different than mine but my life right now is quite different than yours, different than I planned or could have even predicted...
Every day I get up at or around 8:00, hit the bathroom, brush my teeth and while I have a mouth full of brush and suds fill up the kettle, grind beans and turn on the heat. I let the cat in after my morning's brushing is done, restock his three bowls with dry, water and a spot of tuna. While my beans soak I fire up the computer and prepare for a morning's worth of internet work
Every day I spend one or more hours cruising the 'net for work. Somedays I get a hit that requires another hour or so filing an online application. Somedays I just look and that's okay, too.
Every day I do my US Navy S/S/S routine. Keeping the body clean and the face fresh and approachable is key maintaining a positive outlook and keeps me ready for whatever lurks outside the door.
Every day I do up a "things to do" list, even if that list is just for show. Well, hasn't been yet. Every day it carries over and plus it's a good tool for helping me see how much I've gotten done and out of the way
Every day I walk, even if the walk of the day is from the car to the market, the car parked way the hell out there. Some days I just couldn't take it if it wasn't for my walk. Most days I try to hit the Cedar Heights track around five. Not always possible but there it is.
Everyday I make contact with the world, be it on the net, on the phone or in person. Maintaining contact with friends has become so important and valuable to me that I can't even begin to tell you how important it has become. When you are surrounded by patrons and work mates you take this foregranted. For awhile there I lived so completely in my head that I got startled just hearing my voice spoken out loud.
Everyday I fire up one or two good meals. Not a boilie bag or a microwave dinner but something real, something that requires thought and preparation time. Cans, boxes and plastic bags cannot be considered dirty dishes, ever.
Every day I wait until six to have a glass of wine. No slacking there. I promised myself I would never go the "Frank Baez" route, the one that would allow for me to sit and booze the day away waiting for the phone to ring. Never, ever, period.
Every day I read up new recipes, try to listen to some new piece of music that I have never heard before and do my best to fit in a movie, never mind whether or not I've seen it before. Every day I do my best to stay informed and read three papers.It is important to maintain that info edge, to stay knowledgeable about what's hot and then stay abreast of the stories. Every day I do my best to share some piece of hot intell, either with friends face to face or with you here in this blog space.
And every day I write. Right now it's this little piece. Later on it'll be letters, or my novel, or posts to my friend Jane. Every day, every day, I write because writing is what got me here, got me to this place where I get to practice my ten things that I must do every day. Every day I ponder over the power of the written word and write out a piece of my mind for I know that for some it thrills, for some it brings a smile and for some, well, it scares the living shit out of them because, baby, my words you just can't corral. Just like time, just like the days that come and go out the window like shadows and the breeze.
Hey, let's make that eleven things. Every day, no matter what, count your blessings.
Salud!
Every day
You take these things for granted as only a worker bee can, you just get up and strap on the feedbag and press your clothes and jump into your car and just do it, punch the clock, stand and take your customer's grief and boss's crap and you just do it, get up every morning and do it, not only because you want to get paid but because you truly love the work. You may not get to say that very often with conviction, especially if you've had a toxic kind of day, the kind of day where admin passes down assinine directive and a customer leaves a trail of biohazardous stuff on the carpets around the building and you find that your tire is flat and dog is sick and the roof is leaking and you end up late for work late and they say that it's okay but that look you get from your coworkers says it's not. Someday's you wonder if it would have been better to stay in bed.
To that I say "no".
It doesn't matter if you are gainfully employed or out of work you still have to get out of bed. You really no choice if you are true worker bee, if you truly value the benefits of getting out of bed and facing the day. It's more than just getting up just so can tell your mate or partner or spouse or internet pal that you did something meaningful with your day as they get up and take on the slog. It's just so you can feel good about using the most precious gift imaginable, and that's another day standing upright on God's green earth.
So, every day I have my things to do list that has nothing to do with projects. I know that someday soon the weather will change and the idea of sending out for Chinese food and staying in bed all day watching movies and sipping champagne with a lover will sound great, but for the moment it's all about me and the world and the things that need doing.
Every day I have ten things that I have to do in order to make that day worth while. Your list will be different than mine but my life right now is quite different than yours, different than I planned or could have even predicted...
Every day I get up at or around 8:00, hit the bathroom, brush my teeth and while I have a mouth full of brush and suds fill up the kettle, grind beans and turn on the heat. I let the cat in after my morning's brushing is done, restock his three bowls with dry, water and a spot of tuna. While my beans soak I fire up the computer and prepare for a morning's worth of internet work
Every day I spend one or more hours cruising the 'net for work. Somedays I get a hit that requires another hour or so filing an online application. Somedays I just look and that's okay, too.
Every day I do my US Navy S/S/S routine. Keeping the body clean and the face fresh and approachable is key maintaining a positive outlook and keeps me ready for whatever lurks outside the door.
Every day I do up a "things to do" list, even if that list is just for show. Well, hasn't been yet. Every day it carries over and plus it's a good tool for helping me see how much I've gotten done and out of the way
Every day I walk, even if the walk of the day is from the car to the market, the car parked way the hell out there. Some days I just couldn't take it if it wasn't for my walk. Most days I try to hit the Cedar Heights track around five. Not always possible but there it is.
Everyday I make contact with the world, be it on the net, on the phone or in person. Maintaining contact with friends has become so important and valuable to me that I can't even begin to tell you how important it has become. When you are surrounded by patrons and work mates you take this foregranted. For awhile there I lived so completely in my head that I got startled just hearing my voice spoken out loud.
Everyday I fire up one or two good meals. Not a boilie bag or a microwave dinner but something real, something that requires thought and preparation time. Cans, boxes and plastic bags cannot be considered dirty dishes, ever.
Every day I wait until six to have a glass of wine. No slacking there. I promised myself I would never go the "Frank Baez" route, the one that would allow for me to sit and booze the day away waiting for the phone to ring. Never, ever, period.
Every day I read up new recipes, try to listen to some new piece of music that I have never heard before and do my best to fit in a movie, never mind whether or not I've seen it before. Every day I do my best to stay informed and read three papers.It is important to maintain that info edge, to stay knowledgeable about what's hot and then stay abreast of the stories. Every day I do my best to share some piece of hot intell, either with friends face to face or with you here in this blog space.
And every day I write. Right now it's this little piece. Later on it'll be letters, or my novel, or posts to my friend Jane. Every day, every day, I write because writing is what got me here, got me to this place where I get to practice my ten things that I must do every day. Every day I ponder over the power of the written word and write out a piece of my mind for I know that for some it thrills, for some it brings a smile and for some, well, it scares the living shit out of them because, baby, my words you just can't corral. Just like time, just like the days that come and go out the window like shadows and the breeze.
Hey, let's make that eleven things. Every day, no matter what, count your blessings.
Salud!
Every day
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