Monday, August 26, 2024

Green-ishlights


 “We all step in shit from time to time. We hit roadblocks, we fuck up, we get fucked, we get sick, we don’t get what we want, we cross thousands of “could have done better”s and “wish that wouldn’t have happened”s in life. Stepping in shit is inevitable, so let’s either see it as good luck or figure out how to do it less often.

One of my favorite reads is "Greenlights" by Matthey McConaughey.  It's self-help without the BS.  Old school therapy that was shaken up in a margarita glass. A mixed elixir of Kerouac, Watts, and Chesney. 

It gave me a shot glass size of motivation to send some randomness your way.  Greenishlights if you will (because no one can match the crystal clear green-ness of McConaughey). 

What comes up, will come down.  What goes down, will come up. Ride the painted pony...

We live as the Lotus lives...we need the mud to make the flower. 

Coaching young people in sports is much bigger than what happens on the field or the court. 

You should feel pain when your favorite team loses. 

Passion and perspective are the two most important variables of life. 

Your true soulmate becomes your fantasy, your reality, and your dream. 

Keep believing. 

A well-timed/placed F-bomb is accepted. 

People are hurting.  You never know when a random act can heal. 

The older you get, the more you will prefer Gin over Vodka.  

Black coffee and neat Scotch are good for the soul. 

Take chances. 

You can never say "I love you" too many times. 

Ernest Shackleton is still the best explorer of all time. 

Don't regret your life. Live it. 

PS; I tried to find a contemplative image of myself to match McConaughey.  The best I could do was a shot of me on a run.   




Tuesday, August 6, 2024

Can You Handle the Truth

 

Friday, May 14th, 2010. 

My first official entry into the blog-o-sphere.  Blast off. 

It was a strange time of my life.  Searching for answers.  Looking for clarity on my path.  Frostian motivated. Which road do I take?  The one less traveled or the safe path.  I chose safely...for a while. 

273 entries later...I struggle sometimes with how far I take my scribed journey. 

So many more truths to explore. A veritable jungle where my pen acts as the machete that lets sunlight in. 

Times forgotten. Some purposefully.  Some, quite by accident.  

Some, where you feel the excitement of the roller coaster grinding up the hill, and some where you scream as the descent comes crashing down. 

Snapshots in time. Chapters of the book. 

Are we entitled to the truth?  Not sure. 

Will it do any good?  Also...not sure. 

Maybe later.  Maybe not. 

Not now though. 

Not now.