Know Thyself

Know Thyself

Morning Doodling My morning began with finding out a close friend's father had passed away. It was followed shortly with a sick child. It is still early enough that I'm wondering what the third thing might be.

Some may say "typical Monday," but I don't look at any day differently than another. Each that I'm above ground is a good one in my book.

I've been looking at the social streams that I've decided to sit on the banks of and have been clearing them out more than usual.

The weekend full of links, lists and look at me is something I don't want to spend time on any more. The constant flow of the same-old-same old without any fresh or outside of the norm thinking isn't stimulating.

I take photos. I read. I wonder about what comes next.

I know it isn't another tweetup or #HashtagFueledEventForNoReason.

Over the weekend I had a stranger email me looking for advice.

As I always do I responded with some honest advice and it was taken in the worse possible way.

The world too often looks for the answers they want to hear rather than what they need to be told. I clicked archived and moved on. I told myself not to dwell on it, but yet it keeps creeping up in the back of my brain.

Last night, I kicked back on the couch and watched the Grammys like I do every year. Award shows to me are fun because I love the emotions in the acceptance speeches and the weird performances that go on make me smile even when they are bad.

The 'Same Love' ceremony might have appeared as a gimmick to some, but to me it was beautiful and I try not to think what some news outlets are saying about it this morning.

Half-way through the show I made the mistake at looking at my streams during a commercial and of course it was the typical marketing blargh and snarky snipes. I didn't look again.

I know that while I could easily promote and pimp harder than I do. I know that there are blog posts I could write and statements I could make. But, at the end of the day I know that none of them would satisfy my soul or make me feel good with myself.

Thus, I go forward in my own way. Sure, the spotlight doesn't always shine in my direction and I'm ok with that.

I watch. I judge in silence.

I'm comfortable with who I am and what I choose to do. I know myself pretty well by this point in life.

I ramble because I can.

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