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Anything 

29 Sep

You want can be written.

So stop thinking.

Start writing.

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Want to learn something today?

28 Sep

We are all writing something.  Especially when we’re not actually writing—

All moments are tied in some way.

What happens in a classroom is a microcosm for ‘out there’.  That’s why this matters.

You learn by teaching yourself and letting the moment education you on YOU.

Kerouac reminds us that there’s more than just ‘so much to learn out there’, as so many say.  By saying “so much”, you infer a quantity, a set amount.  Knowledge is always immune to limit, number, anything set.

DIY

26 Sep

Do everything yourself.  Yes, there are people in life you need, but to get everything you want all that’s needed is you, your Self, and the acceptance that you are everything you want and that everything you need and want, and wish over and over for, is entirely attainable, extending from your efforts.  But you need to put forth efforts, intense efforts, tireless effort.  Everything in your circumstance set is a reflection, extension, directive of your efforts.

Do.  All.  Yourself.

thought

25 Sep

Presence is your priority.
Be present in ALL moments.

The moments are a stream to 

Equilibrium, and Freedom.

Note

11 Sep

You’re allowed pause, collection.  Remind yourself that there is allowance for detachment.

note

6 Jul

Wrapping up Week 3 of Summer Term.  Thinking myself more about actuating what I advocate in terms of ideas and “advice”, if you could call it that.  This day, a theoretical day off, has tested me a bit.  But I need to be tested, in all respects.  We all do.  That’s how our stories are strengthened and how we as characters find gems in our own characters.  I wrote earlier today to hold on to an image, to dash at it.  What I meant to say was ‘a scene’, some stage with you on it— that ideal setting and circumstance set.  Think of it.. hear and see it… feel it, then sprint.  And if it’s a long ways from you now, pace yourself.  You will get there.  Again, this is something I need to tell myself over and over.  It takes practice, like anything else.  Sometimes we find ourselves in lulls, or funks, moods, kerfuffles, and it’s up to us to pull ourselves out.  Don’t wait for someone to say the right thing, or scroll through a Google search for the right inspirational quote.  Be your own inspirer and motivational speaker.  To improve You, you have to embrace you… be a fan of You.  Study YOU.

Days that test you are the real gems.  They should be seen as the most optimal of opportunities to learn, grow, see the plan to free yourself.  Days that challenge you are like inspiration and motivation buffets.  There’s so many parcels to study.  Over the weekend, have your assignment, or one of them, be noting all your stresses and anxieties, frustrations… if you’re in a funk, write it down, find out specifically why… then you have something to study, attack, grow from… you’re another step closer to flying.  Let yourself be tested.  Invite tests… challenge the elements around you, challenge yourself.  Then, enjoy the growth.  Enjoy the increase in elevation, your new climbing pace.

notes

1 Jul

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Tonight, I feel tired but unwilling to just jump into some decided sleep.  That’s what I’m SUPPOSED to do, right?  Go to sleep?  What if I didn’t?  What if I stay up and write and collect myself and have a mere moment for me?  The run took most of my fire.  But I can marathon or half-marathon this evening with whatever I can capture in my head.  I’m always urging students to think for themselves and throw themselves into their work like bizarrely mad jackals.  And me, this ‘instructor of record’, only able to think about how tired he is.  Hear the wind outside playing with the decoration on the other side of the door.  The wind’s talking to me, knocking on the door to keep me awake.  Keep my thinking and maybe writing a word or two.  Bag, right, think I have work in there somewhere to do but I can’t remember.  I’ll stay here.  Not many notes taken today, more reviewing ones from yesterday— “…formidable and poised, reasoned and dramatic…” What was that ‘bout?  Can’t remember.  Doesn’t matter, I know think.  I’ll just use the words I rush-wrote into the Comp Book.

Babies asleep upstairs, me here on the couch uncomfortable trying to get a few more words to this bloody screen before either bed or ice cream.  Sleep, sounding better and better but I hear another knock at the front door and I know now, I get it— I’m supposed to be writing, just here on the couch uncomfortable logging thoughts.  I’ve decided, and the gusts entirely aided— no sleep.