One Day to Another

 Here we second post of the year. That is two writings in a row. Some might say that is almost a pattern. Okay, I do think you have to have more than two things of the same to make it a pattern.  Anyways, this week was a full week back to work after a week off. The time off just before a new year seems like a good idea just so you can keep that whole new year new you thing. Start the whole year in a refreshed state. Work it self was too bad and people were not too bad so with that said the new year hasn't been too bad.  With a new year I have decided that I wanted to reflect on things more. I deemed that I was going to write more and read more. So far, reading has been lacking. Writing well, please see above. I am not quite sure what I want to read, not do I know what I want to write. I figured reading well come eventually, once I get a good story. As far as writing, that is going to be done here.  This first week of review does not have much to reflect on. I think the biggest thin

 January 1, 2022 Almost five years has past since the last time I put key clicks down to data and written something here. I am not sure why I stopped but I am sure it relates to a couple of reasons:       1) too busy, thanks work.      2) should I really be writing stuff or does it even matter.      3) I just did not feel like writing.  Well here I am again, trying to get a good habit at the start of a new year by writing. Lets see if I get past the record of two post for 2017. I hope to write here at least one time. I think that is a goal I should easily be able to succeed at. So all my 22 readers, I am sure is all bots do analytic readings, can rejoice.  Anyways, I am not going to put to much on this first post for 2022 just because I really don't want to write the stereotypical resolution post that I use to write. So with that said, see you on the next post.  Now here is the quote that sums up this writing and future writings perfectly... Thank you Catherine O'Hare ~ "I

So lets talk about something near and dear to my heart. Real media to fake media. Why does it mean so much to me one may ask? Well, first off my generation is one of the last generations with physical media as the main and only media. A look to how media is now, its all electronic and almost everything is available at a click of a button. Now don't get me wrong, I think the internet has moved us ahead millions of miles and opened the world to huge discoveries, but it has opened other things too. So in order to open this conversation, I say we look into the negatives. Its like hearing the bad news first. So why is this none physical media. Isn't so nice that we can store our music, books and ability to search for everything in one place. Sure that is nice, but its also cause others to lose track on what should be know. On what they should know just in general and not what a quick Google search can bring to light. So lets go to the first media. Books being read in physica

I have noticed I have not been writing a lot, for almost two years on this blog. I have no idea what stopped me from  putting my figures to a keyboard, but as I am typing this I am starting to remember that feeling again. I am also still trying to examine the almost two years, looking for a blame other than me being lazy. It's amazing how many things have changed though in two years. Almost all my friends are on the path to being married or are married. People have left and moved on. Jobs have changed and new challenges have been accepted. It is truly amazing. As far as me, I have changed a position at my job and have been doing some work that I can truly be proud of and love doing. My life seems to be the same, and only once in a while does it feel stagnate. I still have not moved nor found the scenery that would just lock me down and give me the feeling of never leaving. I guess that may still come. As I think about it now, I am still in my late twenties and need to venture i

Being patience is something that seems like an almost lost idea in the world at this time. I remember when I was a child my mom and/or dad would tell me I needed to be patience about stuff and eventually it would come with hard work. I took that to heart very often, but at times I would let the thought disappear into the wind wanting stuff to happen right away. Hit me the other day that I have been drifting further the way of being a patience person awaiting and working hard to get to those goals and getting upset because things were not happening right away. I think this came to light when I was wondering why people in movies and around me in personal life and at work are not patience. At first I blamed technology solo, but I think that's just part of the issues and will be talked about later. After I began to develop that theory, I tested it against myself. What I had found was yes, in fact I did have less patience because of technology but that was just slightly the rea

It seems like an on going thing that I am at a bar thinking about the what ifs. Why do I pounder upon these thoughts so often? And why always at a bar? I guess the reason at a bar is well there is alcohol there and there is people watching. If you combine the two you have something that I am extremely good at doing. So natural when I do those things I start thinking about other people's what ifs. Why are in this place? Is it the same reason I am here or is their life in a downward spiral of doom that the only thing to make it better is some liquor in their system. I think the later is probably an over step but still I have a feeling it does happen at times. Anyways so this night at the bar I have noticed a lot of drunk individuals some of which didn't even recognize that the are at the point of blasted, yet believe they are as normal as possible. Is that how people feel in real. In their own minds they feel that they are just like everyone else, yet in reality they are not