So Why Bother?

It is now the day after Thanksgiving. Reflecting on my past year, I have ALOT to be grateful for...family and good friends helping out and coming through when it was and is so difficult to ask for help. The decisons and path I have chosen to walk have not been the easy one, choosing to listen to my heart and intuition instead of the steady, $$ secure way.
I believe I have a purpose here...it's just been difficult figuering out what that is! When I begin a new venture and think a-haaa this is what I am meant to do. It gets taken away or stopped. After my down time I pick myself up and begin the whole process again, (and again and again).
So why do it at all?
I am broke, I struggle and spend all my energy working for people who don't give a rats ass about anyone other than their own personal gain, and somehow in the midst of everything I am supposed to try and figure out what I should be doing?

I could use some help down here!

Procrastination...the art of not doing what you gotta do.

I awoke early this morning and decided that I am soooo tired of excuses! Have you ever noticed how the world (mine especially) is full of them. There is always a reason for not doing this or that. Well the buck has to stop somewhere and I decided that I needed to do just that.
So I want to write...Life keeps throwing out curveballs and I am able to catch them however it is at the expense of doing something that I want to do AND get better at.
Hence, this mornings blog.
It might not be the most thought out blog I have written, however I AM sitting here and doing it.
Yay.

Store Music

Store Music. It is meant to be in the background. You know that "noise" that large stores play to help the shopper get in a zombie state of mind to spend more money? I believe they call it elevator music although usually one can be zapped by it even when they are not in an elevator. I usually rate the stores on a scale of one to ten on how quickly the music is able to work its way into my brain to begin its damage. If by chance I find myself humming one of the tunes that are being played I ask my support network (whomever I am shopping with) to please remove me from the premises as quickly as possible before permanent damage is done. If I find myself HAVING to shop in a store that is noted for their worm into your brain music, I try to protect myself when entering the premises with my own inner tune. If the store in question is particulary bad, a set of headphones is my main artillary for protection. If it is TRULY mind altering, then I break out my kazoo, which results in the removal of my person from the premises, which is insurance that my brain will be protected.
Once in a blue moon a place of business might actually play music condusive to the task at hand. Mariachi music fills the aisles of one grocery store chain here in the southwest. I find myself doing a polka shuffle with the shopping cart. Nice.

Nursery Rhymes

Ever have one of those ah-hah moments? I was teaching a classic nursery rhyme to a young child when I had to STOP and actually notice what I was reciting, (and asking her to learn)! example:
hey diddle diddle
the cat and the fiddle
the cow jumped over the moon.
the little dog laughed
to see such sport
and the dish ran away with the spoon...

Let's ponder this for a moment.

So was the dog laughing AT the cow for doing a remarkable feat? Did he think he could do it better? What about the dish and spoon? Were they involved with other dinnerware before they decided to "run away" with each other? The cat playing a fiddle is fairly cool to visualize, however all in all I would have to give some serious thought as to what message I was wanting the little ears to learn.