Not the other.

Daily writing prompt
What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done?

Despite my tendencies to be very structured in certain respects, I am also enthralled by spontaneity. Perhaps because of the structure, I have more opportunity. Honestly, never really thought about that until now. So there is one example.

The word spontaneous comes from the Latin word sponte, which means “of one’s free will”. Considering how we sometimes choose to use it, perhaps He is having second thoughts on that one gift in particular. Yikes. But as usual, I digress.

This morning, I watered the last of the grass seed I laid out for this season, a few days ago. Saw the spot when I got back from getting coffee for my bride. Just did it. All the dirt and all the seed are in the lawn now. Next up? More bulbs of some sort for next spring.

Wrote what I will call a daily reflection to myself. A way I happened upon to defray some of the irritation, angst and distraction that comes my way in the things I do. Used to try and name them, but a date works just fine. Oh, and somehow I came across this font that is really appealing to me for some reason. These old peepers can read it. “Comfortaa” is the one.

I figured out how I could renovate the console my brother left me. I have tried to get it fixed, but being from the 1960’s, there isn’t a whole lot of tinkerers or parts out there to bring it up to snuff. So? I found a source for some newer electronics that I will rig to fit into that beautiful piece of furniture. I will save the guts and see if someone with more experience than I wants it for their hobby.

I guess what it really comes down to, which may seem contradictory, is that structure creates avenues for spontaneity.

Because what needs to happen has, what I want to happen, can.

Sponte exercised in a good and affirming way.

Not the other.

Suspenders in style?

Daily writing prompt
What is one way you have grown this year?

I am not quite to the point of moving from a belt to a chain, but I will keep you posted.

But when I get on a scale these days, the digital read out urgently requests, “Hey, one at a time!” But I digress…

I really do not eat as much junk or as much as I have before of recent vintage. No sodas really that often or ever, and I said “bye, bye” to beer. Loving veggies, especially maters, cauliflower and broccoli, raw. Ok, you caught me, With a Greek yogurt dip. A Triscuit or three. And Wisconsin is wondering why the cheese supply is suddenly going up instead of down.

Some of it is most likely the result of less time working out at PF and such. But June has been a more active month, and it will only go up from here. Dramatically. Perhaps there is another aspect to this obvious swelling I am not used to nor yet comprehend.

Maybe it is my soul that is expanding.

I am much closer to and look forward to feeding off of my higher power. I have been consuming more of His wisdom, garnished with that freely offered from those around me. Talk about an extra value meal.

Dispensing with the junk as I mentioned has opened up more space within to taste and enjoy what is genuinely healthy, fortifying and wholesome. This stoic now craves intention, vulnerability and honesty. Not the overprocessed, prepackaged, baloney of external influences that hope to distract you towards living their way.

Sorry Mr. Mayer. That had nothing to do with your contribution to my favorite sammich growing up.

The temp is steadily moving up and the humidity is getting closer to where I like it; swamp ass%. Walks need to resume; perhaps I walk to PF? We’ll see. Time is of the essence. But I am confident that the food available for my soul is approaching banquet proportions. So I will just move my chair so I can remain at that table.

I discovered that it is always open.

And seconds are always encouraged.

Maybe I can just skip the chain. Now that I think of it, I sort of already freed myself of that way of thinking and living. With the help of a heavenly dietician.

Hey?

Suspenders in style?