I invite you to take a pen or pencil while using your opposite hand to reach for the backside of a sheet of paper that could’ve gone into the copy machine trash but you saved the planet while thinking, “I will use the other side and dedicate it 100% to myself!”
Take that pencil, pen, chunk of chalk or needle in a haystack with tiny teeth marks nibbled into its edges and make a box, rectangle or any shape that resembles what we assume is a box…long, tall, skinny as a nail or big and fat like Humpty Dumpty before he fell off the wall.
Being this close to Halloween you have permission to sketch into the barely seen veins of what keeps a sheet of paper together really cool but extremely scary teeth…make it look like its got cryptic blah blah blah blood dropping from what looks like a Twilight vampire appeal; give it a trash compacting, Godzilla destroying, Freddy Kruger presence that makes you wanna jump like a fish for flies and skeeters.
Now hang the doodle up near the office phone, the locker that protects your belongings or next to the computer... it has a purpose that will turn this day and everyday into an incredible release party.
When bosses and co-workers say things that invite feels you can't bare to hold... look to the picture and place the thought in its mouth. Let the monster have it. It lives off ugly words and evil feelings. When you’re being hateful toward yourself put the energy into the sketch. Yummy! The faster you free your mind of the weight that brings you down…the more air you’ll locate in your lungs, freeing the body that begs you daily to run away and get lost in a new world.
I constantly hear, “The best way to enjoy a day is to make sure everybody is happy.”
Yeah? How many people are saying that about you? Ohhhhh! Boom! Pow! Biff! Zoom! Kick! Sha-bang!
It totally reminds me of Michael Jackson talking to Paul McCartney in the song The Girl is Mine, “I’m a lover not a fighter…” Or me physically admitting, “I’m on vacation from work when those around me take a vacation.” There’s absolutely nothing affective in either statement except a mental picture of Richard Gere telling his drill sergeant in An Officer and a Gentleman, “Thank you very much sir! May I have another?”
Books may teach you how to change but ultimately it’s always too easy to go back because making others feel unforgettably incredible and wow, zoom, whaw-ka a do is what you do. Once you get in the car, put on the seat belt, lock the door and hear your favorite song those eyes swell and the heart begins to skip beats because how dare anyone do this to you but they do over and over.
When I write, “I will always believe in you first…” to whom is the message really going to? The owner of these ten fingers, a booger collecting nose with radio dream that will never be reached because all those years ago I was taught broadcasting is what you do in radio… Not true…31 chapters into the book we learn through communication we broadcast.
It's my hourly goal to remind you to never turn off your transmitter.
Drawing what seems to be a stupid picture of monster with big hairy teeth is what keeps the sea bugs off the bottom of your ship. I really will believe in you first...its my ego that always puts these honking big boney feet always at the front of the line. Positive energy comes in a major supply...there's always more where it came from.
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