⬆️ “When U Awaken In D End“ ⬆️
Lots to unpack there. First let me tell U about a conversation I had with some friends not long ago. We were talking about how much time and effort we’ve spent in the past with people who in the end didn’t give us any ROI on that investment. And people who are in our orbit now who we should have devoted some time to develop a relationship with a long time ago and how it would be cool to have a time machine to go back so U could go back and hang with those peeps more. Strangely because U and I haven’t chit chatted in a while, U immediately came to mind. Cathy Audino is somebody I should have gotten to know better. Not because we shared common interests or goals or because we had mirrored thoughts. Here’s how I will explain it. I’m the least Hippy person U will ever meet, I don’t eat tree bark, I don’t read books about self improvement, I don’t meditate and I don’t wear sandals. But I believe in “energy”. There are things that give me energy like my favorite music or TV shows or my sports teams or going for bike rides or working with my Special Olympics team or something as dumb as the satisfaction I get when I finish mowing the lawn etc. And there are things that drain energy, like anything Tears for Fears or equivalent, TV shows like Desperate Housewives, etc. But now that I’m older it’s about people. Family is one thing for sure but then it’s my friends and the people I spend time with. Some relationships give me energy and I’ve made a conscious decision to increase those interractions as much as possible because if U don’t life will always put up an obstacle. I’ve got practice or I’ve got a project or I’ve got a whatever. So in our group I play the ass and I annoy people by demanding they give me a confirmation on such and such a date we can all meet. And 6-10 of us have gone from meeting once or twice a year to almost once a month. And now all of a sudden I don’t have to twist arms because everybody enjoys hanging out. I just saved U 20 minutes of reading with a quick edit of a long story. Ur welcome Let me wrap this up. If I had a time machine I’d go back and spend some more time getting to know Cathy Audino because I admire her courage to live unfiltered. And anybody who can do that is worth knowing better. I don’t care if I don’t agree with their perspective, see also the Patriots, I do respect the guts it takes to get in front of a camera and let fly whatever ur thinking. When I read ur stuff or watch ur vids I get energy.
Now to ur vid. I’ve never really considered that what I write down stream of conscious like could have any effect on the reader. I mean I’d like to think my stuff about the vaccine or my stuff about climate change might give somebody some info besides the bullshit they are getting shoved down their throat but that’s about it. All in all, it’s rewarding if one thing I wrote touched somebody. Pretty cool in my book. I wish I was as smart or popular as U thought I was. I was just a kid and like a duck, might have looked all upright but underneath I was paddling like a mfer. I kinda figured we all were. There were so many swans and I was just a duck. And now that I’m older, I not only like being a duck, I like hanging out with other ducks. Swans demand energy and I just don’t have any energy or fucks to give them. The hat colors did not go unnoticed. Thank U for the kind words Cat.
“Who do I have to become?” I’VE BECOME IT! “What kind of energy am I putting out there?” I’M ON FIRE! Is my authenticity shining through?” I’M VIBING AND SHINING! After all has been said and done, I’m the most epic and unique DUCK a duck could ever be and I wouldn’t wanna have anyone other feathers. Also? I will NEVER let anyone clip mine!
So, with that, Happy Fifty-FAUXTH BIRTHDAY, both to me, myself, and, as I awaken this morning to Salt Lake City “Oh, Solo ‘I’ Oh!” style! And to Craigers, one of the dearest and most supportive friends I never saw coming: Thank you. No, really … THANK YOU! Seeing myself through someone else’s lens and impeccable words was one of the most precious gifts of my journey.
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