mlerules

Overreaching oneself produces difficulties. It's just not worth it. I must decide what matters most. I must prioritize. I'm torn between hating this process and feeling so pleased to be in the position of having to pick and choose. First come first served just won't cut it anymore. Time for myself matters. Even if time for myself means nothing more than making additional plans? Okay, if THAT's the way of the world - which indeed appears to be the case - I must seek what I need from where I happen to be and with whom I happen to spend time around/with, hence the importance of such decisions. Home again doesn't equate necessarily w/recover/relax. Okay. Now I'm running around in circles, even as I sit right here. NO. Won't have it.

Good. Back to basics's working. I prefer a busy life. I prefer a full life.

Ramble Time:

Stables. Constellations. Maps. Groundings. Thinking locally. How locally is locally? Am I capable of staying/being local? This concept scares the living beejezus (sp) out of me. Sometimes it appeals, but not at this very instant. Gah. Why is this so freaking scary? Because nothing lasts forever...so I don't want to - to what exactly is a fine question. "Burn any bridges" first came to mind but I don't really do this. It's in fact an anti-habit. Folks wander away. I wander away. Connections forged well continue. Not really sure how this works. Just know that it does. I don't regret folks who've moved on. It feels very freeing to say this aloud.

Torn torn torn. I want to see everyone, do everything, be everywhere. Yet I cannot possibly do so. How much/little can/should I do/try to do?

On Accomplishments: pleased 'nuff now to live, but have higher hopes (unarticulated but feeling like I'm onto something...perhaps I'm building on dreams 'n' desires). Facilitating matters. Sometimes I lead. Sometimes I follow...at least for a while. Then I wander off here and there.

On Shininess:

*WAIT, A THOUGHT INTRUDES*

I generally do not like the feeling of being manipulated or controlled. When I start feeling that way (w/out prior negotiation), I balk (at the very least). Sometimes I'll rear up, turn around, and nip whoever I feel poking me.

*shifting topics yet again*

New category of r-ship: flirtations. Wow. It's that simple. Anything's possible. Nothing's necessary (apart from the standard(s) of honesty & respect). Nobody gets hurt. (Am I out of my mind?)

Newly coined terms:

Congradolences (courtesy of the ever-delightful

elocinnuala.

Blisstasy (by moi-meme, courtesy of this past w'end).

*RETURNING TO ORIGINAL THOUGHT 3B*

I don't want folks to feel Left Behind. As I do not want to be Left Behind myself. Oooh. Vow: I shall follow no messiah (whether before ye or behind ye or is it thee?) other than myself. And I'm human. Warts/faults and all. It's possible and desirable now and again to decrease the luggage one carries. That's where I'm at right now. Spring Cleansing time. Culling. I don't want to dust...rolling stones gather no moss: together at long last.

Soundtrack shifting. Suspicions aroused. Amongst other things.

Shiny distractions abound. Would you rather BE or GET shiny? I want to BE shiny...and know how to touch up the glow...and attract rubbing(s)? Hmm. That metaphor's a tad direct and/or over-the-top. Were I not following my Do Not Delete policy I'd try to tighten it up some.

Okay. It's not full-on Springtime quite yet. It's Tubby-Time.

I do not wish to be all talk/full of nothing but hot air. Show Me The Energy! Don't Dream It, Be It.

Buzzoomeep. Okay. Time to spend s'more time w/me myself 'n' I.