MJS Creative Landing

I went back through a lot of the writings on this blog and was somewhat both taken aback and impressed. There was some time there where I was writing everyday, and that everyday writing was a good exercise. I am seriously thinking about making the effort to carve out time again to write whatever shows up on the page on a daily basis again. Showing up is truly half the battle. I have been tired most days due to my job with the jail and all the travel and early starts that it requires. It has been hard to motivate myself to get going again; however, reading the previous stuff is inspiring. I can't deny that. It seems to me that it might just be more important to write than not to write. I can give an update on my weight issues. I went from 178lbs this time last year to 145lbs. My blog post over a year ago included information on metabolism and aging. It turned out that just doing micro sit ups, pushups, squats, and mountain climbers for 15 to 20 minutes in the morning paid big divi

At one point in my life I fashioned myself interested in Philosophy. I tended to lean toward Existentialism and Post-Structuralism with a dash of residual El Hajj Mailk Shabazz mixed with some W.E.B. Du Bois, but I got passed that. Nihilism is the belief that all values are baseless and that nothing can be known or communicated and is often associated with pessimism and radical skepticism that condemns existence... (and thus condemns itself-added by me). Granted there is literature that puts nihilism in two categories: Passive and Active. Read more for yourself. To make this short,- Belief and Faith are at a cross roads and one can be denied allowing the other to dominate one's life. I can believe that something is something without giving myself to it. I can have faith that something is something surrendering to the possibility that the outcome doesn't matter as long as I am at peace and rested in the fact that I have acceptance, on a level, that Belief in and of itself

Of course I run across videos like this on YouTube and subsequently think.... Ah Yes! This is a comfort to me in this season of my life. Regardless of all I write or think or dwell on or pursue... My life is finite. Blessings!

Shirts or skins - Where do I begin you got Clavin - I got Ben Going back to 9 or is it 10 years old flat chested games I'm in No one told me not to Forget that fact that I thought I ought to Rough and tumble pitch and toss Drawing up plays like I'm a boss Never thought a girl would make 'em flinch them boys on my team dipped and slipped Oops didn't mean your embarrassment but I did; can't lie,- I did; I did Turning tides to the round ball didn't miss a beat Tomboys are always on the street Those were the days I can't deny Free and frank and bold was I I always got picked for the teams make a free throw and you the queen You got Calvin - I got Ben then came the time to win again Those were the days I can't deny Skins or Shirts and free was I  

... One is silver and the other's gold. I learned this song when I was around 9 or 10 years old. Throughout the decades, friends have come and gone. These friends were all ages from 3 years old to 108. Some friends I have lost through death... I cherish those 9 years of sharing life with my 108 year old friend. She passed a little over 3 years ago. What a go getter she was. She gave up driving at 99 when she had a close call leaving the Dairy Queen parking lot. She moved to my hometown to be close to her daughters a month shy of 100. She didn't start using a walker until 103. I made friends with a three year old as she read the New York Times while on her knees on her family's couch. She put the paper down for a moment to show me how she could stand her cat, "Edmund Pettus", up on his "haunches!" Oh, My!  These words coming from this 3 year old... I thought to myself. She is a keeper. She will soon be 29 years old, and we still keep in touch. It is impor