The best time to jump is when your mind is empty of what jumping means.

Another morning of bleary eyed wondering….and an empty mind.

Or maybe it’s a mind that’s so full of swirling thought that I don’t know what tidbit to grab onto and just write about?

I’ve heard “if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything”.

Maybe I should leave out the “nice” part and just keep my mouth closed….period.

Oh, what the heck.

I do what I want.

Shawn Colvin is a pretty great writer….good tunes….good consistently good tunes…but I bet she has moments where she looks down at her guitar….then back up at the page and the pencil….and wonders just what the heck she’s doing.

She’s probably a good editor.

She doesn’t broadcast those moments of indecision and uncertainty.

It all keeps circling back to what M.I. said his father told him…..”just DO SOMETHING…even if it turns out to be WRONG”.

Just put the wheels in motion and get the car pointed somewhere….maybe turn left on the map and stop when you see the ocean on the other side.

Just do something.

If you can’t focus and be directed….just go off willy nilly and “do something”.

Maybe that’s not such a good idea….but a moving target is hard to hit and it would give the appearance of achievement….

It might even make people sit up and think, “Why….that guy is a real GO GETTER”.

It shouldn’t make any difference in the short-term if they don’t know what you’re aiming at.

Just DO.

The “zen of frantic activitiy”.

Frantic activity…that’s pretty weird.

What the heck? Too much caffeine and a little time are a potentially dangerous pairing.

I guess that when you get down to it, you really do “make your own bed”….unless you’re a real slob and never make the bed….whatever, you lay down on that mattress at the end of the day and sleep….and then get up the next morning and do it all again.

Over and over.

And if all you have going is trying to get to McDonalds on Tuesday for a cheap hamburger….there’s not going to be much that’s really interesting to talk about at the end of the day.

There are goals out there that everyone can accept…quests….mysterious journeys that are worthier than a need to get a cheap hamburger.

Big roads and movement….spinning wheels that actually take us somewhere…time that works for us….efforts that connect and unify and enliven.

And the only thing that defines anything is how we perceive it.

That’s the only real power that we have….our perception.

Too much caffeine and a swirling mind….goofy stuff.

We make our lives as good as we know how.

I’d like to think that I could figure out how to make our lives even “MO’ BETTAH”.

Even Mo’Bettah.