Walk Away

Some days the words aren’t there.
Nor will they come.
Not new shiny ones.
Nor old standbys.
Nothing.
Not. One.
Stinking. Word.
Those days, it’s best not to try.
Prose falls flat.
Edits make murk.
So don’t.
Go there.
Walk away.

~ Olivia J. Herrell

And here to concur are Joe Walsh and the James Gang performing the quintessential Walk Away:


 

Welcome to 2015 - Year Eight

Welcome to the new year 2015, excitement is in the air! Numerologically, it's an eight year for me, which means:

THE SKY IS THE LIMIT!!

So look up, fellow Rebels, I'll be breaking out this year! What will that look like? Oh, I don't know. But I've decided to GO BOLD and THINK BIG!

How about:

•  A six-figure, multi-book deal!
• Travel to exotic (and not-so) places, spurring the birth of a travel b/v/log by yours truly!
•  Exponential growth for me as a writer, as a human be-ing, and as an emerging voice for the people!

Courtesy: sylvester-neujahr

Whoa. As I wrote that last bullet, the beginning strains of Stairway to Heaven played on Pandora, giving me confirmative goose bumps. After all, it is my anthem. And apropos.

For these past five years, life has been (varying degrees of) tough, but I can see now through the lens of 2015 that I that am being transformed, shaped in to something different, something new, something exciting. Something scary to comprehend. For me.

For too long, I've hidden behind convention and restraint-of-tongue, rather than speak out on many issues. Call it paper-thin skin or an over-developed lizard-brain, but the fear of being condemned makes me tremble at the first sign of opposition, then I beat a hasty retreat.

But hey. God is in charge here. Not me. So I will take advantage of this year-eight energy to keep showing up, and let Him take care of the fear, thin-skin, lizard brain, conflict rest.

Oh yeah. Lest I forget, here's one more biggie for my bullet list:

• A life partner to gallivant about with!

What will your 2015 look like?

~ Olivia J. Herrell

P.S. Click here to calculate your own year number and get your related energetic "meaning" for your life and for 2015.

Awakenings, aka Inconsiderate People

Why is it that I get so angry when people are inconsiderate?



Courtesy granitegrok.com

It happened today. Just a while ago. I was waiting for the line of cars to pass so that I could pull out on Maple Street. My chance came when the light changed, stopping traffic. But nooo. Rather than stopping short so I could pull out, some guy stopped in front of me, blocking my exit. FLASH went my temper as a surge of adrenaline and other unhealthy hormones rushed through my system.

Luckily the guy behind him was nicer and allowed me to zigzag out from behind the inconsiderate arse, praying nothing was now coming from the other direction, then pondering the anger as I checked my rearview mirror.

The other day I was in Marshalls when a woman and I, both pushing those tiny carts, arrived at the same small intersection in the clothing department. I let her go first and she proceeded to park right in the middle to browse clothes. Whaaat? Idiota! She never even acknowledged her lack of consideration. Not on your life. Clueless I tell ya, clueless.

Really people? If you’re so damned wrapped up in your own personal kingdom of SELF that you can’t be bothered to give a little common courtesy, STAY HOME!! In fact, stay in bed. Don’t get up in the morning and foist your enormous ego on the rest of the world. Stay swaddled in your own little Self cocoon.

Now, back to my original question. Why is it that I get so angry when people are inconsiderate? Because I can’t be? Because I am and don’t know it? Or is it merely that people ought to know better? To do better? Or maybe it's because I was taught as a young child to be considerate, or because it's second nature for me to look out for others, or that I simply do not understand any other way of being.

Whatever the answer, it's a good reminder for me to be vigilant, to look for opportunities to make life easier for others. Because life is to be found in the little things, not so much in the grand gestures.

Though I sure am glad the Red Baron spared Snoopy. Life wouldn’t be the same without him. Enjoy one of my favorite holiday classics, "Snoopy's Christmas".

 

Merry Early Christmas, Olivia J. Herrell