I got a writing prompt for today and it was "if you could go back in time and change anything, what would it be" and I was very conflicted because everything that has happened, even the bad-stuff, has turned out to teach me something or bring something new to me. That being said, in my thought experiment, I was able to pick two incidents. One time when I didn't go back and contest the outcome of an exam, and one time when I lost a family member to suicide. I don't know exactly what I could have done differently, though that wasn't part of the question. Still, I am who I am today because of what happened yesterday. So I think I will probably leave time-travel to the professionals. Also, I decided to write my poem in the form of a sonnet today. Just because.
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I wonder if we are entering a new wave of our globalization that will will either unite us in our shared humanity or serve to separate us further. I keep seeing posts saying that the flu is deadlier than the coronavirus. It isn't. If you take the population of humans who have been hospitalized for both, the coronavirus is much deadlier.
There's a quote from Baby Spice where she says "Fail to plan, plan to fail". I totally buy into that way of thinking. A lot of planning and effort went into today. Here's how I feel about it.
You may have noticed I did not post yesterday. It's because I was sleeping for about 32 hours straight. I have had a bout with a stomach bug and for a while I was losing. I'm about to be declared the winner soon as I've finally regained enough energy to eat, write poetry, and do a little homework. So, here's the poetry.
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Two older, two younger. I was the "baby" for four years before the next one came a long. I find birth-order to be fascinating.
It's my birthday week and the sun is shining, the air doesn't hurt my face, and there are so many reasons to be optimistic and excited for the months to come. I love you, Late February.
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I work full-time, take four courses per semester towards an MBA degree, have two side businesses, and I post a poem here every day. I've decided all those actions fit alongside my life mission. Once I made that decision, it's just a matter of taking the strategic steps to fulfill my choices.
You might guess who does have a headache here...it's me. And I really hope Smokey (my cat) never gets headaches.
Anybody else a big fan of house plants in the winter? There is a place in downtown Minneapolis, in the newly renovated Emery Hotel, a Spyhouse Coffee shop and it's filled with an incredible jungle of indoor plants. They are so fresh and green and as soon as you walk in the door it smells like oxygen. So today's poem is celebrating my happy little indoor plants.
You get a four line poem because I'm in the middle of school work. I'm permitting an interruption very briefly to post tonight. I truly do what this poem articulates. Today I had a specific plan on how far I would get on each of my courses. I'm done with 2/3 so I continue and when I'm 3/3, I get to watch a fun show with my husband. It's been working so far!
My family is magical. My cup is filled.
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In my MBA class this term my professor writes about the concept of "allness" in her book, Managerial Communication, with co-author Dr. Geraldine Hynes. They credit William V. Haney for a definition of "allness" in his book from 1992. I say "a definition" because I also believe I can't know everything there is to know about something or that I can write about it all at once here. I was chatting with a co-worker today about the dangers of thinking you can know/talk about/convey "all of something" or that something will be the same to "all" people. So I'm not going to try to tell you all of what "allness is". I'll just share this little poem.
I got a little sweary in today's poem. Demonetized!! Thanks for understanding that swear words can sometimes be part of the artistic process.
Shout out to Yess Yoga in Minneapolis for an incredible vinyasa class from owner and amazing human, Lucia Yess. I believe quietly thinking on your own is one of those practices that many people could benefit from. So here's a poem about thinking.
Triangle pose, or trikonasana, can be a pose that is "meh" or it can be a pose that is "yeah" and it really depends on how mindful you are with the pose. How much effort you put into the form on triangle pose dictates how much growth or challenge you feel. It's a pose that continues to unlock new insights for me and my love is growing.
I have a friend who references a show that has an energy vampire. Sometimes I wonder whether I'm an energy vampire, an energy fairy, or neither, or both? What are you?
Creative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated activist, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018 by posting an original poem daily to this blog and she's doing it again in 2020! You can read those and more by clicking and exploring below!