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I wonder, as I look at the title of this post, how many hits will be on Google from that Kevin Bacon TV show? If you're here because of that, I'm sorry.

I was actually thinking of the 15 or so people that follow this blog when I wrote the title.

I know I haven't been writing much lately. No, it doesn't mean that I have given up my dreams of being an international best-selling author and/or award-winning screenwriter. It just means that the last few weeks have been a little crazy. On the order of bat-shit crazy, if I'm being honest.

What it really comes down to is making time to make my dreams a priority in my life.  And I'm getting better about that, actually. And this is a very good thing. And I'm wondering how many sentences I can start with 'and' to drive Mrs. Maser crazy. And...yeah--too far.

So I leave for Queens again in two days. This should be my last trip to go out and help get the new store ready to open. Of course it'll be in the midst of another fun little Polar Vortex because hey--why not?  The cool thing, though, is knowing that when people walk around in that store, the work I did there is actually making a difference. It's actually making it possible for the associates in that store to take care of our customers. To help people.

Helping people.

That's really what it's all about, isn't it?  We all have gifts. And there are people in this world that desperately need the exact gift YOU have been blessed with. But if you die with that gift still inside....you're not the only one that loses. The person for whom you were given that gift also dies.  I don't believe that any of us were given gifts, or talents, or situations strictly for our own edification and personal gain. I firmly believe that we were all meant to help one another. I know that growing up born in the 70's and living a large chunk of my pre-teen/teen years in the 80's I should definitely be part of the 'me-generation,' but that's not how I roll. I don't know what it is, but from a very early age, I seem to have known that the key was helping others.

Some famous motivational speaker said (and I'm paraphrasing here), that the way to make your dreams come true is to help someone else make theirs come true. I firmly believe that's the case.

I'm not going to lie...I still have days where I wonder why some people even bother, but that view point is shifting. I'm having more days where I am thankful for the people in my life. Even the asshats that I encounter in traffic.

Seriously...if there is one major hurdle to achieving self-enlightenment, it's the daily commute. I'm guessing even the Dalai Lama would drop the f-bomb at least once.  Maybe not. But it's fun to think of someone like that as human. For no other reason than the simple fact that if that person, a human, can reach such a high state of love and compassion then there is hope for the rest of us.

Hope. A powerful drug.

I think we need more hope in this world.

Wait...what?  You expected this post to be linear or follow some semblance of order?  I'm sorry. Have we not met?

The original title for this blog many years ago was 'Random Meanderings'--a title that still fits if I'm being honest.  Of course my friend Darrin will always see this blog as the High Plains Thrifter. I gotta admit--I still dig that title. That era came about when I was hitting the thrift stores regularly and putting pix up of funny shit I found there. The problem came when the manager at my regular stop gave me a bunch of grief for taking pix. He seemed to like it less when I assured him that all I was doing was posting the pix online and saying funny things about them.

Apparently his sense of humor didn't fall in to my target demographics. Clearly his loss. Had I been able to say 'humorless asshat' in Somali, I'm guessing I would have been banned from that store a long time ago.

I really don't know where I was going with this.

No, honestly I don't. Other than to say--I'm sorry that I haven't been writing as much lately. I hope to rectify that soon. I'm very nearly done with my photo projects. There are going to be several trips down to the Farm this spring. I know I'll get some writing done down there. It just feels like the place I should be writing, ya know?

Alright. I think I'm very nearly done with lunch. I should probably make arrangements to  post this tripe and head back to my desk.

May your Thursday bring you more of what you need and less of what you think you deserve (trust me, it's better that way.

Peace out!!

-A.T.


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