Month: July 2013

Sometimes being lazy is important. You cannot go 1,000 MPH for 10 years without that taking a serious toll on your mind, body, and spirit. Likewise you can’t hit full stop without slowing down first. As I tear into yet another slice of Cotsco lemon cake, I realize I’ve hit full stop. I’m happier for it. I took the time to let the batteries wind to empty and now I need them to wind up again.

The trick is to build up slowly. If I launch into full work mode then the best I can expect is a dead start, like a car that has idled for too long. In truth I want to spend the month of July revving up for August and the month of August getting up to full speed. I might’ve been a Porsche when I was younger but these days I’m a 4 door sedan.

Some Thoughts:

1. Miley Cyrus is not a sex symbol. Neither are the Olsen twins nor is Amanda Bynes. Being wealthy, legal, skinny, and blonde doesn’t automatically qualify you for sexy status. The fact that we continue to behave as if it does is a real testament to how ingrained this ideal is into the American culture.
2. We had our first Haboob of the season last night. My driveway looked like a dust swell this morning.
3. Under the Dome is basically unrecognizable t this point. I think I will enjoy it more if I stop trying to make it something it isn’t: An awesome Stephen King story.

My eldest asked to have his own room. Part of me is ecstatic to see him growing into a young man and the rest of me is terrified to see him grow up. He won’t be my little boy for long. So when he said he wanted his own room I tackled it the way I do most parenting situations. I said no, then I thought about it for a while, and finally I figured out a way to throw money at the problem.

I realized that his first initial, R, is that of my favorite DC hero, Robin. It gave me a design element to work off of and a way to deflect the emotion of this major step forward into a design project he and I can work on together and be really happy about. The fact of the move is my boy is getting older and wants his own space. He attributes the move to a need to sleep in total darkness (absent night lights), something that won’t happen with his two younger brothers sharing a space with him. I know it is more than that. I know he wants his privacy on occasion and he doesn’t get that opportunity with dem franchize boys  hanging off his bed railing. My wifey thinks the whole thing is folly and he’ll give up on the idea of his own space pretty quickly. She challenged him to sleep in the perspective room for one month alone to see what would happen. He agreed and moves in tomorrow.

30 days of anything is a challenge. I’m looking forward to see how the boy handles his.

Some Thoughts:

1. The beautiful thing about a new month is a clear calendar that presents 30 straight days to form new habits. In honor of the wife’s challenge I am relaunching a challenge to myself. 30 days of exercise. Lets see how it works.