Posts Not Posted

I was thinking about what to write about today and it occurred to me that I should take a look at some posts that I had saved in draft form. Maybe I'd fine inspiration in a draft. Most of these, it turns out, were nothing more than titles for posts. I can pretty much figure out what it was I was thinking about for most of them, but for some of them I have no clue. They intrigue me. What was I thinking with these titles? What was I going to write about? Here's a few sample posts with title, but no content yet:

• Kids, Bodily Functions and the Choices We Make
  
• Why Rock-n-Roll Rocks!
  
• You Can't Fake Cool
  
• Gaston Is Not Nice!
  
• Grass Stains On Knees
  
• Color  Your World Seersucker
  

That's all I got today. Like riding a bike, I need to get back on this writing thing and get the wheels spinning again. It's the only way to keep it going.

Posts Not Posted

Where To?

I had this thought in my head all day today. I couldn't shake it. It was a good thought. There was a kernal of an idea lingering in my head, and I thought that if I could find the right words I would sit down and create a post with those words. And though it was a good thought, and I was sure it was mine, I kept thinking that I had heard these words before; the idea was not new to me. Sure enough it was not new to me. I had written the words down almost one year ago.

I've reread them and I still like them in the order I put them in last March. You can read them here. I wonder if the trip to Vegas I'm taking this weekend is the trip I have been seeking.

Where To?

Thought of the Day

A parent cannot be invisible.

Thought of the Day

To

A mind wanders seeking purchase.

Eventually, taking pause, it admits to no one but itself that it cannot complete the task it has set for itself.

For the mind knows the paradox that exists in needing to take a journey into the unknown to reveal what is needed.

And yet it desperately chooses, again and again, to leap from the safety of past knowledge, fully exposed, into the unknowable emptiness of new experience to find that which it does not know.

And then, upon emerging different, changed and new the mind sets about again to wander. To seek purchase of that which was not there before; knowing all along that which is sought is cannot be found. It can only be created melding new with old to create new.

It is the only way to grow. To learn. To create. To be.

To

Something Witty Goes Here

It's Monday night. Today was Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.

I should write more than that.

It's been a while since I've written a decent post and I'm sure some of you regulars have been wondering what's up. The simple answer could be that I've been busy. That's true, but sounds like a lame excuse. Truth is I have been busy, but distracted too. I've had lot's of post ideas running in my head, but haven't taken the time to write any of them down. There's some good ones in there too. Like the one where I compare really good marketing ideas to Swiss Army knifes, the difference between toe jam and toe cheese, why the big orange head joke is funny or the philosophical marketing approach I call "Moon Shot Marketing" - that ones a doozy. It's got references to Bob Dylan, NASA and Jello. I'm going to do that one once I figure out how to say it so it makes sense to more people than just me. I mean I like it, but still... I'm only an audience of one, right?

Then there are the stories from the girls. Christmas gave us a bunch of memories that I could share. And this past weekend little Maggie was baptized. No more heathen baby. Gram said her family always called little babies heathens before they were baptized. Da's family called them pagan's. Either way, the deal is done and we now have a new soldier right to fight the good battle.

I could write about Costco. Scott wrote about it recently and we had another cake this weekend at the party. Scott was incredibly helpful taking photos for us. I think he cranked out close to two hundred. Almost all of them are print worthy.

I could write about how it was eleven years ago today that I moved to Kansas City. Covering the story behind that one would take several posts.

And I could write about Jenne and what her words have meant to me. I've been reading her blog everyday to get updates on her chemo treatments. She has written some of the most compelling words I have read. Ever. Fearless, fearful, human, all of the above and more. If you want to know what it's like to read raw emotion, read her posts. They put mine to shame.

So, I've been reading other blogs, doing some family stuff and really just taking a mental winter break for a few weeks to recharge some batteries. Working out every other day has gotten the year off to a great start (though I've been doing that since before the new year) and I'm ready to get back to business here on the blog.

Stay tuned. More to come.

Something Witty Goes Here