more normal than not

Here’s a spoiler….this guy lives in the woods….and cusses like a young sailor.

So….if you don’t like “cussin”….this isn’t the video for you.

I did learn a new word though…..”pregnated”.

Cool.

I guess.

I guess it’s “cool”.

There is some crazy stuff out there roaming around….hope things stay a little bit “uncrazy” in my corner for a while.

At least, to my perspective, I hope it doesn’t feel too crazy.

There’s all different ways of living in the woods.

I hope I pick one of the “not crazy” ones.

I couldn’t sleep last night.

Of course, I eventually did fall asleep…but I couldn’t get there in the beginning of the evening.

Usually, when I get so tired that I stop “trying” to sleep is when I finally fall.

Before I left to dream, I thought of contentment….and then, I thought about how strange it is to think that I could chase it.

Hah! You can’t chase contentment!

You really can’t search for happiness, either.

That’s another thing, though.

You don’t get your ducks in a row to the point where you find contentment.

It’s either here with you or someplace else.

You don’t chase after it with any real hope of success….and you don’t chase success with the thought that you’re going to be contented when you “get there”.

You can’t think like that, of course. You have to be able to fool yourself and believe that the next best thing or better situation is going to make everything alright.

How else could you keep moving forward?

Belief….even if it’s misguided….is what keeps us going.

Maybe “moving forward” is only good if forward is pointed in the right direction?

(I have to remember, too, that “contentment” isn’t the same thing as “complacency”. You need to work at something….you just can’t go around disappointed all the time.)

Now, of course, the thing that I have to remember is that if there’s something that is fostering what I perceive as discontent….if there’s something that’s making my life feel hard….well, then….I need to work at jettisoning that thing from my life.

That’s easy.

There’s no real telling if getting rid of it will make me happy….or leave me with the feeling of contentment that I think that I’m missing out on.

It’s hard to tell….ahead of time…..but, it’s really pretty easy to do.

Shucking an irritating shell so that you can grow isn’t impossible or hard….believing that it’s easy is the hard part.

And, you know? That’s life. You make changes….and then adjust to the changes….or change again somewhere down the line if you want….or need to….or, even, are able to.

Nothing’s cast in stone….except, maybe, a tombstone….and that’s really just a jumping off point, anyway.

But….I can’t chase contentment.

I need to be content in the middle of this storm.

That’s something I could carry with me…not something that’s situational.

Ahhhhh, contentment! Come find me!! I’m patient….and I’m waiting!

 

 

Awwwwwwwwwww.

How can you be focused when you can’t remember things?

I can’t find the Casey Neistat video I was going to use in the blog today.

(WT? CASEY NEISTAT?!!! AGAIN?!!!! WHAT IS THIS?!!! SOME WEIRD FAN PAGE?!!! THAT’S KIND OF REPULSIVE, REALLY!!! GET OFF THIS LAZY EXCUSE FOR  BLOG POSTING!!!! WRITE ABOUT WHAT YOU KNOW…..STOP BEING SO LAZY.)

Maybe that’s what folks are thinking when they see another Casey Neistat video on this blog?

Maybe.

The video was one where he was answering questions from viewers….and talking about “focus”….and he drew a diagram that broke down the effects of not having any (focus).

It was a diagram that showed that a bunch of diffused effort never amounted to anything….and that focused effort could lead to accomplishment.

(Duh.)

But…it was good…and entertaining….and I wanted to use it.

Now, I can’t remember which one….out of hundreds….it was.

Oh, well.

Laser focus is good if you can pick a target….or, even, remember where you wanted to aim in the first place.

So….I’ll use this one about surfing with giant sharks.

I’ll focus later.

It’s funny how I expect my children to do the things I didn’t do.

Well…..not really “funny”. Weird, maybe. Probably, for a parent, typical.

I was looking up scholarships this morning….and thinking about all the ones I’d have them apply for, and then I thought about my own experience when I was in High School.

I didn’t apply for a bunch of scholarships.

I got a couple….and they were a surprise to me when I got them….but I don’t remember writing any essays or really even trying very hard to get any.

I’m not sure how most of that happened.

Now that I mention it, I don’t really remember trying very hard in general.

I worked hard at some of it, but I don’t think that I was all that focused.

I think that I was more interested in listening to music and doing my job at the construction site…..wearing flip-flops and feeling the sun on my bare feet….running in the Georgia heat….stuff like that.

That’s probably why I majored in Art (with a capital “A”). I could listen to music….and do art. How much focus could it take? (Actually a lot…..blood, sweat and tears….laser. I have to think hard to come up with all that stuff….hard enough, sometimes, to make my head ache.)

So….it’s kind of hypocritical to expect them to be super-focused.

To my happy surprise, though, they’re a lot more directed and focused than I ever was.

My oldest is in an engineering program….studies all the time….and the next in line starts school in the Fall….and he’s been working at getting scholarships….and….working at getting out of (and away from) High School.

They’ll be OK.

What they can’t take care of, I’ll figure out how to help them with.

This scholarship game is a funny one, though.

I think that the real trick is to just show up.

Apply to all of them…..because I will bet that some of them get very few applicants.

I’ll bet that some of them have people sitting in administrative offices somewhere who run down the hall after receiving the request, yelling, “HOLY SMOKES!!! WE GOT ONE!!! SOMEBODY FOUND US!!! GIVE THEM THE MONEY!!!”

That’s the fantasy, anyway.

It’s kind of like finding the money people tell us is buried on the property we bought.

It’s fun to have a fantasy.

I guess that the best thing that I can do is just make sure that I don’t get in their way.

It’s hard enough without me getting in their way, somehow.

(I think that I’ll really hit them hard with the expectation of a Saturday spent applying for every crazy scholarship they can find online….when they get up. It’s still pretty early and I’m awake in the quiet house. That’s what I’ll do first thing this morning…..hammer down on their futures. That’s a good way to spoil a nice weekend.)

We’ll figure this all out.

From my tenuous perch on the wobbly ladder of adulthood, I will monitor their progress, too….and pretend, for their benefit, that I have a real handle on any of this growing up stuff.

You have to think that the tour director knows how to drive the bus.

You have to know something to make it through.

I get a kick out of Casey Neistat’s videos.

What is this creative that you can watch for free….and that you can watch everyday (if you wanted to)?

It’s pretty amazing.

The first video has some footage that he shot with a drone….AMAZING!!

And….the second video explains how he crashed his drone into a boat filming the first video.

There is so much creativity and energy in these Vlogs…..it’s kind of inspiring.

Crazy creativity is super inspiring to me.

Go, Casey….and….thanks!