The Duck is back.

The duck walks down the street. He is minding his own business enjoying the nice weather. He seems to be pretty happy. During this walk, other ducks and animals are passing him by. The duck tries to say hello to others and he is either being ignored or getting strange looks. The duck doesn’t understand it. “Why are these others looking at me like this? What the hell? It’s like I have antennas growing out of my head.” What the duck didn’t know was that really wasn’t it. He tried to ignore it and kept walking. He really didn’t have any particular destination, but as others kept staring at him the way they were, he needed to find a place fast and see what they all see. The duck waddled fast. Faster and faster to get somewhere. But something was slowing him down. Something was pulling him back. He tried harder to go, but now there is like this weight that he couldn’t understand. He quickly stopped. He slowly turned his head to see what was behind him and to his surprise he saw this tiny little green man with his little green foot in his butt. He took a moment. Then the duck swung his butt and the little green man went flying. He landed on the ground and picked himself up, gave the duck a dirty look, and yelled something that the duck couldn’t understand. The little green man reached in his pocket, took out some remote thing and hit a button. A tiny spaceship flew down from the sky and lifted him up and flew away. The duck shook his head in disbelief and decided not to ask any questions. He turned around and walked away with a smile on his face. 

The moral of this story is simple. Sometimes there are things in life that kick us in the ass. We walk around with that weight, try to ignore it, and be happy. After a while we will try to run from it, but the pressure builds. Though, if only we can just stop for second and think things through, we can get past it whatever it is. We can just kick that weight into outer space and go on with all the better things in life that are really worth it.

On the Spot.

a little duck was waddling down the street when he saw another duck much bigger in size then he was. he quickly got nervous because this other duck was walking with an attitude and was wearing come cool sunglasses. the little duck thought that he should not be nervous because hey so what about the other duck; he doesn't know him. so the little duck lifted his head up high and brought on his own attitude face. finally it got to the point in the street for the two ducks' paths to finally cross. when they finally did the other duck looked at the little duck and gave a smirk with a head nod and continued to walk pass. the little duck did just the same and when the other duck was finally behind him, the little duck had the biggest smiles on his face. he did it. there was no reason to be nervous just because something or someone bigger was in front of him. cause he realized he can handle anything big, small, happy, or even scary that crosses his way. all he has to do is think he can do it and most importantly....do it.

the end.

Writing Test.

My darling Tami gave me a writing test.  She had sent me 11 words and told me I had to use those words in a piece about how I felt the night before.  This was the results of that September night.

distance

little

ocean

back

self

fourteen

lock

dust

I'll 

solid

clang

I may be a little bit distance

But I can't help it

Sometimes I want to run and hide

Lock myself away.

I won't.

Though,

I can't promise you anything

I'll never really know.

Just to continue and see things as they come,

Not to worry,

Run with it like an ocean but only better.

After almost fourteen minutes,

Fourteen damn minutes of being there

Being out there

Waiting.

I took off.

I made a solid effort more then once

In many ways.

So with the turn of the keys

And the clang of the engine

I didn't look back.

Leaving dust in the air from ground I left.

I didn't care.

A part of my old self is back.

42mins

Sitting, staring, sitting, staring that is what she seems to do.  What is she thinking about one may ask.  What is she looking at another may ask.  She gets up, after about twenty-six minutes, empties her tray, and with a slender smirk on her face she walks out the door. 

 

Sunny day out it is and she’s a little bit warm in what she is wearing, but as long as the wind is blowing a slight cool breeze she’ll get by.  She passes random people some to who smile, some to who say hello, and some to who are needed to be ignored.  Walking, thinking, walking, thinking; how much thinking can one person do?  Isn’t there a time in the day that your brain just shuts down for a few?  Can’t your brain put up an “out to lunch” or “be back in five minute” sign?  After about sixteen minutes of walking the slender smirk reappears as she climbs seven steps and walks into her home.  Open door, keys on counter, bag on table, shoes off, and clothes removed and replaced with different ones.

 

What took place in those forty-two minutes?  What was going on?  What brought along that slender smirk?  Realization, a sense of liberation, acceptance to what has happened finally leaving her with a sense of confidence that her day will come? 

 

Routine is boredom.  Thinking is creativity.  Confidence is key.