To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment. – Ralph Waldo Emerson
It’s all small stuff
An estimated 773,618 decisions in a lifetime
How many are in-line with an authentic self?
How many toward goals?
How many away from goals?
A color that makes you feel powerful
A fragrance that helps you feel at peace
Sheets that make you most comfortable
Pillows for the best sleep ever
Or something more …
What if every decision fueled our dreams
And our passions?
What if every decision was made with
A view toward out best self.
Strengthened by purpose
Shielded with certainty
Armed with resolve
Like a radioactive spider’s bite
Or a hi-tech suit
What if your origin story starts today
And every decision is a step
On a path
To a Super Life?
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 421
I forgot it as soon as I typed it in.
How will I ever remember if it needed 8 characters or less? Did I add an exclamation mark to the end, or was that a one? Oh my goodness, how did I even manage to type it twice?!
That’s what this life is like with he and I. I have my go to code, but it isn’t working … the extra characters, the numbers or maybe a special character I just randomly threw in …
Like I thought we needed the same drug, but mine doesn’t work anymore and I don’t even know where to begin with his.
I know a real happiness is on the other side. It makes me wish there weren’t so many villains and that there wasn’t so much need for secrets. We could just open the page, click enter, and be on the right side of access, and then it wouldn’t matter that I don’t know the password.
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 403
Digital Alarm Clock with Sound Machine Black/Larch – Capello®
Photo: Digital Alarm Clock with Sound Machine
As I understand it
Successful people don’t use alarm clocks.
If you’re made of grit and ambition
The universe wakes you up
At 4:00 am
To begin your important work.
The universe doesn’t wake me up.
I’m doing it wrong.
The universe knows I want to sleep in.
The drive home, making dinner, and getting kids to bed
All took longer than expected.
Now I’m winding down at 11:00, willing myself up past midnight,
Hoping to be a little better and a bit more free.
I know the universe is watching.
Maybe judging … maybe not
After all, it did give me alarm clocks.
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 381 – A “Let’s (blank)” poem
(inspired by 3 Ways to Become More Generous and Grow Your Audience)
Love songs offer the sun and moon
in exchange for the hope of a lifetime of love
I just need an email address
I can give you peace of mind
the kind that comes from making a good decision
saving money and time
Or the upward mobility that comes from getting you started
down the path toward higher education
I might interest you in the carefree vibe you’ve been looking for
with a service that leaves a big to-do from your list
to the professionals
in a white paper
in a tutorial
in a webinar
in a way that better connects you to your purpose. Unabated.
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 350
1st Grade Performance Friday @ 8:30am
It doesn’t make sense …
To start work late on a Friday and
Take in an amateur performance of songs I’m not familiar with
I don’t just go. I arrive early
For the good parking and the best view
And I always get a little choked up
I can’t help it
These tiny amateurs have worked so hard
To memorize these songs about spiders and
Belt them out in unison
I even get a little peeved at the off-stage commotion
Ok … a little more than a little peeved
Actually more peeved than I would be
At a sold-out $100 –a-seat concert
This concert is free.
I assume that that’s why
After all these years of using my phone as my camera
I suddenly needed a camcorder.
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 346
Life is a project.
The possibilities for 1-hour service windows for next week are like schedule roulette.
1st grade performance at 8:15 am. Great.
The roofer can only do noon on Thursday. You know what I like to do at noon on Thursday?
That’s right! I like to run to the cleaners while scarfing down a granola bar like every other self-respecting professional.
I’m pressing toward saint-like fitness enlightenment, so I tried to get some “intense” fitness activity in this morning.
I brushed my teeth while I jogged with my dog.
I choked a little.
Next time I’ll floss and run with the dog.
If that doesn’t convince you to download a scheduling app …
Imagine me greedily indulging in a cheat day frap when I’m supposed to be meeting with a friend at a healthy greens place. The shame!
Something has to keep track of what I need to do, when I need to do it
and who I need to do it with.
I need to get stuff done so I can enjoy my life.
(Inspired by Writers Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #346, a Coordinated Poem)
As another layer of fun, I’m going to carve out time every Friday to select some reads for the weekend that will ultimately get baked into my #copypoet posts.
This week I saved (to Pinterest, Dropbox, Google Keep and Email) a number of articles I’d like to read … eventually. This weekend I’m going to tackle a branding read, an SEO read and a trends read.
You can save these for yourself using the links below.
Have a great weekend!
“For today’s prompt, write a coordinated poem. Coordination could refer to keeping your balance, but it can also be a coordinated event. Sports teams have coordinators; complicated processes require coordination; and even poems have to coordinate words, line breaks, and stanzas.”
Not keeping up gives the sensation of rushing
But it means – even if you’re running – that you’re going too slow
I’m being driven by Wednesday poetry prompts
Or I’m being drug behind Wednesdays that come
And go too quickly
There goes another one.
I stand near, almost lunging,
Trying to find the rhythm like a game of double-dutch
I have to work my plan to be
Engaging and keyword rich
Content is King; Schedule is Queen
Keeping up means jumping in, even when I haven’t quite found the rhythm
There’s a lot of stumbling and starting again
You haven’t seen a bit of it.
You’ve spent the whole time …
*I know you're not waiting on my posts, but it made a brilliant punchline, no?