mlerules

"Where have all the fornicating bunny mugs gone?" to the tune of "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" My mom used to sing me to bed to this. (The latter that is.)

Need a universal theory of dispersal. Where should it go…cannot keep it all…what reasons exist for keeping things & stuff?

Enthusiasms fade. Life ebbs & flows. Change is the only constant. Doesn’t matter how many times I hear it, think it, or say it, but it’s so true. (It = constancy of change.) Sometimes I forget. Stick-With-It-Ness? Commitment? Damnation.

Acknowledgement of chaos and the essentially chaotic character of my life. Being settled. Staying settled. Becoming unsettled. Wavelengths shifting. Not under my control. Others cannot be controlled. Is understanding controlling necessarily?

I’m tired. A bit bored perhaps. Something’s missing. Something’s not happening. I must make it so.

Finding motivation. Creating motivation. Self-motivating. A self-starter.

I have the concentration of a gnat. Still, I'll figure it out and get what I need.