Musings Of A Wordsmith

Having good friends I can be open and vulnerable with I mentioned my issue during our conversation and he said to me. “When I have a wall like that I dedicate to doing two minutes of work.” He chooses a number, an amount that is an incredibly small portion of the whole.

However I believe that is everyday. That is you, everyday. Not just the day when the storm comes and you need to be the hero. Those days you know you are needed, but even the mundane days.

Still, I cannot leave it pass without some comment, without expressing myself in some fashion. So I remind you of this simple thing. “Hug your loved ones.”

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“One fire at a time.” Take stock of all the things you have to do. Determine what you can do and arrange them. I, typically, arrange them either in order of least to most effort, or most to least importance.

However this is National Poetry month and though I am terrible at poetry I felt in honor of the month I should share this. So without further preamble.

Then the professor pours one cup of coffee into the jar to show, “there is always time for coffee with a friend.”

People often use the acronym Y.O.L.O. as an excuse to engage in frivolity, to cast caution to the wind and live life as though it had no consequence. However if you do only live once then life as the ultimate consequence. Your actions are infinitely more important because these are the only moments where you can take those actions.

I have many friends who think they are weak because they struggle to do things others find easy and may even collapse under the stress of what you or I may call a simple thing. However without exception the reverse is true.

So, again, thank you all for the support you’ve given me, it means so much to me and makes all the hard work worth while.

Ackeron walked around the savior pod to the casket and hesitantly placed a hand on it. Some part of him expected it to bite, expected to feel the evil lying inside or a cold dread grip his heart but it was just a box of cool metal like any other piece of technology, at least for now. “You’re being ridiculous.”

“That—” she stabbed a finger at the casket but refused to get any closer as though its presence would corrupt her. “Is the most profane piece of technology in the galaxy! I can’t count the laws we’re breaking. The bounty you put on this ship by it being here the danger you—”

As a rule of thumb I don’t like “subverting expectations for the sake of it” as, generally, people expect good things. But a few years ago there seemed to be a couple common threads in a lot of the fiction I consumed. Bad relationships, and stories ending when a couple get out of their own way and decide to be a couple. And I thought “why don’t we have more stories about loving couples? Why don’t we have more stories during the healthy relationship? Why do we, as a society, seem obsessed with broken relationships and bad couples?”

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Managing expectations isn’t just for everyone else.

Certainly you should hold others to the expectations they set and advocate for yourself when they fall short of delivery. And, as well, when you tell others what to expect of you, you must “do the thing.” However I find people often set unrealistic expectations of themselves.

People good at giving advice have two abilities in paramount, the ability to empathize and the ability to distance themselves so they can understand what a person is experiencing and see what they are missing. I’m not sure how good I am at the first one but I must be relatively good at the second because my friends often seek my advice and usually do better when they take it.

It wasn’t the smell of ash and smoldering wood that aggravated her nostrils—she’d sadly gotten used to that—it was the smell of filth. The creatures were worse than pigs, leaving a trail of waste in their wake. Be it food, goods, or people, goblins used what was immediately valuable and ruined everything else. The footfalls of boots on stone and the rustle of steel links pulled one of her long ears to the left as Harmen approached.