The Outsider

The bird swooped down and landed at Laura’s feet.

She watched it, as it cautiously hopped toward the seeds that laid scattered about. Pecking furiously, the bird worked quickly to open the sunflower seeds, and greedily ate the contents inside.

Laura laughed to herself as she watched. Sometimes she wondered what it was like to be a bird. It seemed that they always managed to find their way, no matter what. Perhaps there were always people like herself, who would make it a point to occassionally feed them.

Life hadn’t been the kindest. Laura beared the scars to prove it. Her jeans, ripped at the knees, where peppered in paint, sewn-on patches, and an oddly placed zipper. Each embellishment was a memory and a testament to her life.

Laura had lived off the kindness of strangers for many a year. The day she sprang from her abusive alcoholic father’s house, the open road was her home from then on. It had been two years since her dog London had passed, and she had yet to pick up another travel companion.

She kept his collar around one of the straps of her backpack, worn from hopping trains, and hitchiking on highways. Occasionally she would find herself lovingly stroking London’s collar, when she found herself missing him.

Laura remembered one night sleeping huddled under a bridge. Luckily, London was by her side, and barked when some creep tried to steal her shoes in the night. She never slept well. Vigilance was her only security, in a merciless world hellbent on catching her in a careless moment.

Eventually, a few other birds gathered around, to enjoy the little feast that Laura had provided. Scrounging around her bag, she pulled out a soda that she lifted from a nearby drugstore. Popping off the cap with her lighter, she let the cap hit the ground unceremoniously. She tilted her head back, as the cool drink hit the back of her throat.

She let out a loud belch, followed with a laugh, and stretched out her arms. Life was hard, but she was free. The birds were almost done eating their meal, as Laura gathered her things. She was headed to see the river, one last time before she had to catch a train. The road was calling again.

 

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You Are Not a Machine & Unplugging Occasionally Will Help Give You the Reset You Need

The path to hell is paved with good intentions. And yes dear reader, despite your best efforts to live an organized life, replete with lists of goals, to-do lists, mantras, and routine, if you are not careful, you can get burned!

Remember, just as it is important to accomplish at least 3 major tasks to work toward incremental compounded success… It is just as important to occasionally unplug.

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Take time to see where your headspace is at. If there is something that feels off, wrong, or uncomfortable…there might be something you need to change about your direction, or maybe you just physically and emotionally need a break.

You are a human being, complete with imperfection, curiosity, and rampant irrationality. Embrace your life, embrace the journey, and sometimes give yourself a time-out from the routine and working tirelessly to accomplish goals ASAP 24/7…

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You are not a machine. Step outside of yourself. Read a book on a subject unfamiliar to yourself. Go travel, even if it is only possible to do so locally. Explore and expand your mind beyond your habits, and come back refreshed, renewed, and ready to pick up the sword again.

Until next time… Have you done a self-check-in to see where you are going? How you are feeling? Are you taking the time to make an assessment of your needs?

If not, it might just be time to do one!

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