Thirteen

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day eleven.

Looking down

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day ten. Looking back on all the things I’ve been through, I see how much more miserable some situations would have been if I hadn’t adopted a creative perspective (i.e., one that allows me to see things a little more positively).

Personal synergy

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day nine.

King of the molars

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day eight.

Quick & dirty

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day six. I work in logistics when I’m not dreaming up random 17-syllable arrangements. One thing that never ceases to amaze me is how often people mistake speed for efficiency.

Name that thingy

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day five.

Canine rhythm

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day four. This was inspired by our beagle, who likes to stop at random moments to shake her entire body for a few seconds. She’s done it so often while crossing streets, we’ve called it the crosswalk dance. It really does sound like a tambourine, but I don’t see a drum kit in her future.

Everything to everyone

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day three. Another take on why trying to please everyone rarely ends well.

Untaken

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day two. Like most thoughts in my head, this one seemed to pop in coincidentally. I was listening to Seth Godin‘s The Icarus Deception while driving home this morning. The section I was listening to was about failure — not the things you put your heart into that don’t work out, but rather those things you don’t even attempt. Think of a idea you get that you think might turn out really well, except you never actually put it into action.

Labor Day

30 Days of Handwritten Verse, day one.