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Me at 3:30 am…

The brain/mind is like an involuntary muscle – the heart, the lungs – it doesn’t shut down when we sit down, lay out, sleep.

It merely shifts into another gear (often overdrive) and happily/miserably purrs along without our assistance.

This is a great thing when we need answers or reflection, practice or emotional intelligence… not so fabulous when we need a mental rest from the things that worry and bother us.

And so… Welcome to my Stranger Things mind on this early autumn’ish day.

Sleep used to be a surefire thing, then kids came along, then age crept up … and now it’s a Vegas crap-shoot…. what will I get tonight? Snake Eyes… *WTF*… or… Bingo… Lucky 8!

Yes, the following Sunday morning random thoughts have set up house inside me, coursing like a spring freshet creek through this mind and body that have decided sleep is an over-hyped marketing concept brought to us by Sandoz.

Let’s get started, shall we?

  • Is it true that people who drink their coffee black are more likely to exhibit psychopathic traits? Or am I merely rationalizing my smooth, creamy latte with artificial sweetener habit?
  • Don’t you hate it when you can’t understand your own language when spoken by someone with a strong accent? I’ve tried watching Derry Girls on Netflix (such a cute show) and struggle to understand 1/4 of the heavily-accented Irish tongue.
  • If people make you sick, maybe you should cook them longer. And no exotic spicing combination will ever make the A**holes in our lives taste yummy. Do these comments make you think I’ve had one too many cups of black coffee?
  • Why do I pick living worms off the road and throw them back into the grass but step on spiders in my house? And why have we munched down billions of cows and pigs for God-knows how long, but step back in shock and horror at the idea of eating a horse, a dog, or a guinea pig?
  • I’ve felt handcuffs on my wrist twice in my life… does this make me a criminal or a sex addict?

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  • It was totally normal for everyone to get measles when I was a kid, and now it’s a deranged serial-killer lurking everywhere. When will the common cold become Public Enemy #1?
  • How has humanity come so far to construct 100+ story skyscrapers that can withstand hurricane and tornado-force winds and yet thousands die in one story huts on small southern islands?
  • If we’re so righteous and worried about global warming and overuse of earth’s resources, why do so many people have monster RV’s towing Jeeps behind with a motorcycle attached? Turduckens on wheels!
  • Going to sleep each night is like rebooting your computer… you get a fresh reset that starts your program day and then hours later it’s filled with gobbledygook and junk files that need to be trashed.
  • Are the secret people on the moon and Mars hiding from us because we’re invading aliens? Do they make Sci-Fi movies about gross-looking Earthlings?
  • If I enjoy reading so much, why do I always nod off after 10 minutes of reading a book I really like? Years back, I’d easily read a page-turner in a few days or a week… now it consumes a month or two… or more.
  • What god would take away the hair I like on my body and re-sprout it in other weird locations where I just shave it off?
  • Is the meaning of life feeling guilty for everything I do, eat and say? A banana is good for my health… but they burned down a forest to grow it, abused children to pick it, and consumed a ton of fossil fuels to ship it to me… *arggggh* … will history judge me harshly for my peanut butter and banana sandwiches?
  • I still don’t understand the attraction for women to the Fifty Shades of Grey phenomenon… I try to put myself in feminine shoes to come to grips but I’m clearly not Cinderella, cuz they never fit.
  • 1960-1970 went on forevvvvver…. 2010- almost 2020 took 5 hours.
  • Donald Trump must be God because he can do or say anything and still he’s omnipotent. All his lesser disciples crumble and tumble to their smelly graves but he is politically immortal. I’m waiting for the first subpoenas, but it seems more and more likely hymns are in the works… “Lying in the Rock of Ages” ?

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  • And one final random thought … if there is such a thing as reincarnation, for sure I’ll never be able to come back as Mother Teresa (my lack of religious belief and all)… but maybe I could return as Joan Baez, an angel for the less fortunate, equipped with a great guitar and singing voice. I’d live on as Diamonds and Rust...

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I Like To Nap… So Sue Me… Positive Addictions.

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True story …

I spend a lot more time napping and less time reading the news now than before.

Addiction Confession: I used to be a Globe & Mail’aholic and I still consume too much CNN and Chocolate!

I know that Brett Kavanaugh is huge in the news, but what can I do other than watch the children give each other bloody noses in the government schoolyard? Will my observing make a change? I think not.

I know that Trump thinks that Canada and Justin Trudeau are being nasty and unfair in trade negotiations … SAD… (boo hoo donald… you don’t even deserve to be capitalized a**hole). Will my opinions be the butterfly-wing flapping that miraculously changes the tide of trade? I think not.

I know that drinking lots of lattes will/won’t give me cancer, heart disease, impotence, flatulence, and the inherent ability to speak Italiano. Will quaffing less caffeine improve my quality and quantity of life? I think not.

I know that my Hamilton Tiger Cats football team (BTW, the Tiger Cats were a “question” to a Jeopardy answer this week!) will struggle to win their game against BC this weekend, but will my cheers tip the scale in their favour? OK, on this one I think I can have a positive effect! (Last minute UPDATE: Hamilton 40 – BC 10… I’m right!)

Chocolate and Tiger Cats are addictions that will sizzle along with me as they slide my chilled corpse into the crematorium chamber.

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Football AND chocolate donut… OMG!!

The point I’m going after this morning – and I think I do have a point – is the old “don’t read/watch the news” … be the one to “create the news“.

News noun vs News verb.

I’ll never write AI code. I’ll never run a successful entrepreneurial company. I’ll never win an Olympic medal. I’ll never cure Ebola or Irritable Bowel Disease.

But that doesn’t mean I, nor you, should despair. Nope.

A human being’s success isn’t always measured in the millions or billions, like McDonalds’ hamburgers. One or two great burgers can be life changing.

A lot of our personal victories can be counted on our fingers and toes. A lot of success needs a telescope or microscope to recognize.

Creating the news can be a small-scale operation like those mini-loans operations in Third World countries that give women opportunities to be courageous and self-sufficient.

Saving … improving… the world can be intimidating. It looks like too big a bite for most of us “non-lions”. It’s like a huge tsunami wave coming at you, perhaps a giant skyscraper tumbling over you, crashing in a monstrous wave.

Disaster.

But step away, go a kilometre or two inland and that terrifying tsunami shrinks into a gentle manageable wave that pushes and tugs at our fragile knees and toes but allows us to stay upright and do the job we want to accomplish … to stand and be counted as making something happen.

To be the news verb and not the news noun.

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Did I mention naps?

Can naps be labelled an addiction?

People get confused when I say “I need a nap“. They think I’m hip and 21st century-cool saying, “I need an app“. But I’m not cool.

Doesn’t matter. Naps are an important part of my “create the news” plan.

Sleep is my creative bliss time… I often do more productivity-wise with my eyes closed than open.

Sleep and nap time are where the old sub-conscious puts on its big boy pants and goes to work.

The challenges of navigation through difficult music passages, new blog ideas, personality frictions, altered approaches to tutoring… they all hatch on the nap front.

All of the thought and planning personnel needed to make good stuff happen for me is sitting down restlessly, yet patiently waiting… patiently waiting in the inner office of my mind.

They’re sipping lattes, eating donuts and cinnamon buns – where’s the fresh fruit? – and chattering quietly but the meeting hasn’t been called to order yet.

At this point, I stand up and leave the room (nap).

They don’t appreciate me watching over them, so I happily vacate the space and away they go. Suddenly, the buzz in the room takes on a spirited youthful energy and life as the zzzz‘s emanating from me in the outer office increase in intensity.

Twenty minutes or half an hour later, I stir back to the surface, wipe away the sloppy drool at the corner of my mouth, then open the office door.

I rub my eyes as my faithful representative at the adjourned meeting gives me a synopsis and plan based on the group’s deliberations.

Answers and remedies and focussed ideas flow on broad rivers that were filled as I snored. BEAUTY!

It’s a pretty great day when not only can news be a verb in our lives, but so too can the power of napping transform into a verb… ACTION.

The morning is morphing closer to an afternoon and I can feel the zeal and energy slowly drain, like thick syrup, from my head and my fingertips.

I’ve been typing away here for a few hours.

Thanks for joining me in this sunrise to high noon journey.

I can now go forward in my day and make that news verb a reality, but…

… only after I’ve grabbed a quick nap… such a terrible addiction!

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