Tag Archives: community

Appreciation

Let me cut straight to the heartfelt stuff — Life is short. Yes some days seem to drag on much longer than needed while others seem to go by in an instant. However, when added up and looked back upon life is short.

There never seems to be enough time to say the things we should have said or done, yet there was. We let time slip by with mind numbing tasks that probably didn’t deserve the extra devotion.

Its when moment’s of impact that shake our roots, make us reevaluate our priorities. Typically happens when we lose something big or death is lurking in the shadows. Life is short.

Let this serve as a reminder to you that we need to show appreciation and value to the things that mean most to us. Recently, I purchased pizza for a couple of my colleagues who are working around the clock to ensure that my department is getting the most up to date information. They are one of the few people still in office since March!

The time is now to show appreciation to those around you. It can be a simple thank you text message, note card, etc. Just show the people you care about some loves.

So this ones for you. Thank you to my readers, for taking time out of your day to like, comment and/or share my blog. It does mean the world to me that people actually read what I write.

So this ones for you. Thank you to my readers, for taking time out of your day to like, comment and/or share my blog. It does mean the world to me that people actually read what I write.

-WN

Phase II — Gym

Phase II of reopening has hit my city and further extended the delayed reopening of Phase III. I’m not certain how to feel about reopening as this is new territory for everyone.

This is a really bad dream isn’t it? — Sorry uncertainty is here to stay.

When I first took a trip to the grocery store I’d sit in my car looking around to see if other people were wearing a mask before putting on my and going inside.

I feel ostracized for my face mask even though others wear one too.

I’m aware that others are wearing a face mask but there’s something in the bottom of my gut that says I’m the black sheep of the world. Dramatic I know but I cannot hide the fact that this virus is unsettling.

The new Gym layout.

My gym has been opened for quite some time now and the new layout isn’t so different than the old one. Temperature checks at the door, every other cardio machine blocked off for social distancing. Locker rooms and water fountains closed. Some wear masks and others don’t.

Phase II is here for now — an increase in cases could send my city backwards so I guess I’ll need to enjoy the new luxuries that I have.

-WN

Do You…

Alright fellow community do you ever start writing a post and stop half way and delete it? Or worse have save drafts of half finished work? Be honest now. No… Just me okay.

Well currently sitting in my draft section on here I have 10 saved drafts. Why not just publish them? Excellent question fellow reader! I haven’t published them because they are half ideas!!

Today’s the day I share one of my half ideas and “finish” it. Maybe this will push me to finally finish all my drafts and just let my sloppy drafts be your muse or laughter for the day.

This piece was titled Tardy and has bee sitting in my draft folder since January 2020.

*Alarm Buzzes*
Snooze
*Alarm Buzzes*
Snooze

Eyes shoot open,
to face the awful truth,
I’m late, I’m late, I’m late….

Random shirt,
day old pants
socks and shoes
don’t slow me now.

Gum to freshen
last night’s
Chinese breathe.

Keys, wallet, phone
I’m forgetting something,
No time!

-Door Slams-
*meow*

What pieces do you have sitting in the draft stage? Why not publish them?

-WN

First draft

Articulating words has never been
so challenging.

Brilliant articles fill my feed
my work now inferior.

Collation of words
singled out one by one.

Diminishing at my fingertips
this poem is getting worse.

Expressing poorly composed
and formidable imagery.

Gambling my chances of
becoming a number one hit.

Kindled by uncertainty
losing my grip with reality.

Raged with fury,
each paper shredded.

Dare I be ignorant
of my jargon.

Frantically I salvage
lines of wisdom for
tomorrow’s
attempt.


So I attempted to do an A-Z poem, where I must use a word beginning with all 26 letters of the alphabet. I made it 15 words only 11 more to go. Looking for some inspiration? Why not give this a go on your blog.

-WN

Day 31: Closet Cleanse

House Arrest has now gone on for a month. Each crevice is cleaned six times over and then once more for good measure. Laundry hung, no more mismatched socks. Everything has a place now even the junk closet I have is organized.

While digging through the treasures buried within I pulled out a dusty tattered box. I opened it up to reveal a worn gold looking instrument. Memories began to flood back to me:

  • The acronym FACE and EGBDF
  • Reeds and more reeds
  • Mr. Dawson, Mr. Crockett — stay on tempo
  • Marching – left, left, left right left; “A yellow bird…”
  • Halftime shows – nerves shot always, uniform on, hat straight, I’m going to puke
  • Band Camp: Hot summers, hours of practicing, field shows perfected, on your toes, “This one time at band camp…”
  • Band Competitions: Kanckle, cheese fries, 9/11, Queen, The Beatles, Endless bus rides
  • Family
  • St. Louis trip
  • Parades – frozen fingers and faces, fair rides

I played the alto and tenor saxophone for 7 years. I wanted to quit after middle school but that would let my amazing teacher down, so I decided to continue through high school. Plus this made moving to a new state, new town semi-easier to make friends. Looking back now, I should have spent more hours practicing to gain more confidence to continue through college.

This old beauty needs to be serviced: new pads, cork, mouth piece, oil, brackets and a good shine will make her good as new. At one point I started to compose a piece but not knowing music theory I felt that it wasn’t good enough so I stopped. I locked her up in her case never to be heard from again.

-WN

This picture is at least 10 years old, do I miss preforming

Day 23 | Books

Since I’ve started working from home there are some perks to the job. The obvious ones are: relaxed attire, making your own lunches, no pesky co-workers/boss lurking around, you’re at home but I think one of the better perks to come out of this is the commute. That’s right, I said commute.

I still awake at the same prior to working from home; however, I no longer have to drive to work which saves me up to 2 hours of time. At first, I was watching a T.V. show on Hulu or Netflix but then that was mundane for those 2 hours. Now, I’m reading my books. I’m finding myself wanting to read more often than watch a movie or T.V. show. Which reinforces my goal for 2020: read more books.

Here are the books I’ve read so far:

I’ve also joined a book club which has been quite fun as I am able to discuss and connect with people without physically being in the same room, because you know house arrest. (Oh which has been extended for my area until the end of April).


Book Recommendations:

The Last Lecture by Randy Pasuch
The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
A Child called ‘It’ by Dave Pelzer
The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck: A Counterintuitive Approach to Living a Good Life by Mark Mason

What are some of your book recommendations? Comment below I’d love to hear some of your favorites and maybe even read them too!

Day 19 – 22: Community

There’s no place quite like this. Endless woods untouched by humans. Dirt roads are perfect after a rain storm for muddin. The main roads here don’t belong to cars, they are for tractors hauling cattle and hay down yonder.

Every Sunday, church bells call to these small town folk, reminding them that this is God’s country. Family get together’s beside a bonfire watching fire flies light the night. Summer days spent out on the river jumpin’ off boats or cliffs. Fishin, huntin and cruising the back roads are all things that they’ve done a million times.

When Friday Night Lights are on you know where the whole town is. Cheering on their boys as they face long time rival teams. Post game win or lose the town gathers round a local restaurant to fill their sweet cravings.

Some family roots are deeper than a 100-year-old oak tree. Generations worth of farming and huntin’ on these lands. Some members venture out and grow new roots else where but somehow they are always drawn back to their southern roots.

Once you live in a small town and have some ties to the community you’ll never escape the home-town feel when you go back. ‘Round here we look after one another as if you’re one of our kin folk. In times of tragedy/trouble the whole town mourns with one another or pulls together and searches for hope.

This is more than southern hospitality — a community — a family.

-WN

Day 18 | Pairs

We are an
iconic duo
like:

Peanut Butter &
Jelly.

Salt &
Pepper.

Life with you
makes sense
like:

Night &
Day.

Left &
Right.

You can’t have one
without the other
like:

Hot &
Cold.

Life &
Death.

Here we are
hand in hand
an iconic
pair.

Ready to
take life
together.

‘Til next time

-WN