DOWSING FOR LIGHT

Would you argue with your friend if he painted his 1969 Mustang Boss using the extra cans of “Cotton Candy Pink” spray paint he found in the garage because he’s tired of the Bondo gray and just wants it painted already? Of course not. You might tell him he’s crazy, tell him he’s making a mistake, or even make predictions of the taunts and teasing he is sure to endure. But you wouldn’t get angry with him: it’s his car and he’ll deal with the end result, not you. You might have to ride in it, but that’s your choice, so ultimately it shouldn’t matter one bit what he does with that car. And you never know what positive results might ensue; unlikely, yes, but possible.

Focus on what matters. Not what could be, not what you think should be, but what is. It only turns to apathy when you stop caring about the truths in life.

I’m on the latest medication to quit smoking (again). Like any med that works on your brain, there are bound to be side effects, and apparently this one includes mood swings. Granted, I haven’t been throwing the television out the window one minute and playing peek-a-boo with a ladybug the next, but I have noticed some changes. On one day in particular, I noticed that the way I felt emotionally seemed more like a reaction to the way I felt physically, which was similar to a bowl of room temperature oatmeal. (more…)