toy story 3

took e to see the 3D movie. was surprised at the negative dark side of it. what was this? toy mafia? poker games and jail? e seems unaffected. i hope.

being lost in translation.......

can you be held responsible for someone else's interpretation of what you say or do?

No matter how genuine the delivery......a problem often arises in the reception. Over this you have no control. However, the translation continues to peck at you afterward like a pesky little gnat.

Perhaps I should have come with some kind of manual so people could refer to it in order to understand from whence I am coming when I say what I have to say.

If I say........I don't like waiting because it makes me anxious and I worry that maybe there is something I am supposed to be doing to get ready for the event and maybe I wasn't paying attention and therefore I don't know that I am supposed to be setting up whatever, and when everyone else arrives they may look at me and ask why didn't I go ahead and get these things done and then they will be annoyed with me and I will feel ridiculous because I should have known to go ahead and do these things.

Translation........she said she was tired of waiting for everyone to get here and she was annoyed because we were all late.

r u kidding me?

Do not absorb it. Let it bounce. Whatever comes from you, let it continue to be genuine. You are not responsible for the translation.

it's all in the reception

whatever you put out there is subject to the reception...
interpretation
scrutinization
manipulation
emotional application

these things you CANnot control. once you put it out there you no longer own it.

give with the best of intentions, and own that.

i can think of a million things to say when I lay in bed at night, but as soon as my fingers hit this keyboard i draw a blank. everyone wants to say something profound, witty, humorous, significant, impressive, smart, memorable. people spend hours keying words and editing themselves imagining what the reception will be. some people read their work and believe they are genius. type the last sentence. hit the period. arms outstretch way up over the head and hands clasp in the middle. lean way back in the chair just stretching in a moment of accomplishment. oh yeah. they are going to read this one and it's gonna be a hit worldwide. everyone will say...wow, that guy's a good writer. i've never read anything so impressive. what a thinker. wish i could write like that. that's what they will say. some people write consistently but always close the book and never let anyone else view it. lack of confidence? maybe they just write to satisfy some personal need. nothing further is needed. reading of the written word is out of necessity. need to study a subject? need to get away? need a wealth of knowledge? need a hobby? need self help? we are all in need of something and most likely you can find it in a book. some people are arrogant about writing and reading and knowing authors and important works. they start up a conversation and quote someone........the author or a novel character.........glance around to note the reaction if any.....then the gloat of personal satisfaction kind of rises up in their face.....chin lifts up....slight grin....the conversation continues with someone deftly changing the subject matter. mr. arrogance doesn't care. he made himself known. good for him. some people say my vocabulary is above them and it's use is deliberate on my part. what???? like i've got some secret plan - ulterior motive- when i say i am discombobulated. that's not a big word. that's a regular sized word. a silly fun word. i can't even think of a big word right now. look at me. i'm saying "big word". hilarious. it's colloquial. indigenous vocabulary. it feels good to free write. it's liberating. no self editing. just babble babble. writing just opens up a world for you that you don't have to care about if you don't care what people say when they read it.

true friends accept you as you are

Each day the little girl exited the school house gleefully. She ran with her friends smiling and laughing just the same as all of them and hearing each breath and heartbeat in her head as she flew across the wide open field. She was anxious when the girls and boys slowed themselves one by one reaching the edge of the steep hill. Each turned kind of sideways stepping carefully with arms out to the side as if on a balancing beam. Inching down they called "Take care not to fall!". Soon each had reached the bottom and screamed with delight of the accomplishment. Immediately before them was the stoney brook splashing and dancing about inviting them to come on in. One by one each of the girls and boys took their turn jumping from big rock to big rock following a pattern across the brook. The cuffs of their pants and hems of their skirts drank up the water and by the time they reached the opposite side their shoes were absolutely drenched. The little girl reached the bottom of the hill and ran to the water's edge and full stopped. It was her turn to dance across the water. Her friends looked on from the other bank. She stood still and silent for a brief moment just watching the water flow. "Come on!" the children called to her. She sat down nearby and unlaced her shoes. She removed her stockings stuffing them inside the shoes and then tied her laces together. She tossed the shoes across her shoulder and lifted her skirts to her knees, and then she took her turn jumping from big rock to big rock. When she reached the other bank, she sat once again and put on her stockings and shoes. Her friends waited. Not one inquired about the patchwork stockings. Not one commented on the refashioned shoes. No one said a word to her. They chattered away talking about their school day and the need to hurry home now. When she was done, she stood and met their gaze. Someone grabbed her hand and away they went up the embankment laughing and enjoying their time together. Once they reached the top, the said their farewells. The little girl went left. The others went right. They headed home looking back often and shouting goodbyes again and again as the distance between the grew. The little girl smiled as her heart was warmed from the love of her friends and the knowledge that the distance between them was just a dirt road.

might as well get started

Ok. So, I'm doing this thing. Been thinking about it a long time and trying to convince myself that it will be a good thing. Went off for the weekend, got all pumped up, got inspired, got a confidence booster, decided to start being nice again........decided I'm going to try to follow a dream......a desire.....I just have to say what I feel. I am going to free write weekly if I can and just say what I gotta say even if I'm the only person on earth reading it. I want to hear what other people are saying and what they are feeling. I'm going to read friends' blogs and enjoy them and hope someone will read and enjoy mine.

I made a new friend this past weekend and she has inpired me....not to write necessarily but to be a much better person. I'm starting today..........to add to the good in me and to give the best of me.

Whatever my pen puts to paper will be whatever you want it to be.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deconstruction

A beautiful day to you!