A fight between what to write, what to feel just to know what is real. My sister sits across from the light shared on the kitchen table. She just let one go and made the two of us laugh.
Still laughing while tapping the keys below these callused fingertips. So, this shark fight. This shark fight is a fucking metaphor for being productive. To be productive can mean finally getting the cheeto stain off your bed sheets. Or productive can mean folding socks. How fucking odd. As humans we fold material and call it being productive. To what service does reading this blog apply? Good question. Maybe to make the most out of the moments within the day. Find the space between thought and action allows for a shift. A shift begins with starting old or new ideas. Being productive starts with stretching ideas from within the mind and giving life to today's to-do list. The shark fight ends when you swim graciously with the sharks. Flow where you need to go. Just don't forget to fold those god-damn socks.
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