Shells, ruts and routines...

So, this kinda follows along with elements of "The Secret" and some of the techniques they suggest. It has to do with falling in to routines and figuring out how to get out of them. I have to say from personal experience, the former is definitely easier than the latter. It takes real effort and a desire to change in order to get out of a routine. And there are so many reasons not to - it's comfortable, it is known, it is easy... the alternative is unknown, scary and different, and may cause stress. And while the act itself of getting out of a routine may not bring about some kind of miraculous change in your life, maybe it's not meant to. I think just the act of making yourself do something differently, making yourself experience the difficult, exposing yourself to and reacting to different stimuli in your life - I think all of this, collectively helps to change you as a person. Maybe subtly, maybe not so subtly... but you will change. Will your life be better? Who knows? But it will be different, and maybe that is the key to life - constant change... or maybe not... maybe there are no keys ... or maybe the keys were dropped down a sewage drain and currently share space with foul smelling things... or maybe the keys were just left in the yard. ;) Personally I think the the lifeline of the universe is the stream of consciousness...

It's the end of the year and I know it...

Well, it’s the end of another year. Another 364 days behind us. And another upcoming new year’s eve to suffer through. I think, in retrospect, the theme for this past year, at least for me, would have been “out of sight, out of mind”. I am reminded at this time of year, as I am every year, how most of the time I am not thinking about coming home to an empty house, or how I’ve wasted most of the year by myself, or how there wasn’t anyone around to witness the truly amazing things I did actually manage (I’m looking at you, balancing lcd monitor on my chin), but for some reason, at least for me, every year at the end there is a window. It never fails. I can see through it clear as day, what I’m missing out on. And then I have to suffer all the smarmy as$hats on tv kissing their special someone at the stroke of midnight, ensuring the coming year will be full of laughter and joy for all… makes me want to get all homicidal. I think next year, I am taking the last day off … maybe the last week of the year… just so I don’t have to suffer any of the season’s curse. It never fails, something bad always happens at the end of the year. I’m just waiting.