A Deliberate Act

I've opened a new post tab probably 20 time this past week, yet I haven't been convinced any of them are worthy of the publish button. I suppose for now they'll reside in my drafts folder until I'm struck by further inspiration. However, I've sworn that I will publish this entry no matter what musings I pursue.

Lists. I like lists. Lists are good, yes? A deliberate act of organizing segments of life. For me, merely the act of making a TO DO list is more of an accomplishment then actually accomplishing the TO DOs on said list. Lists enable a sense of peace...stability. You know? The world is collapsing, people are dying, and God has left us, but I have my DO TO list ready so everything will be okay. Maybe that example is a little morbid. For the record I am in no way comparing the errands of my life to third world hunger and natural disasters, but sometimes a little hyperbole is necessary, right? Currently, my Ical is flooding with color coded lists pertaining to academia, theatre, and other silly temperamental endeavors. Oh, but don't worry gentle readers, I won't bore you with such things. I'd prefer to focus this entry on a different type of list--reflection. Ah, reflection. We know my feelings on reflection, yes? Reflection is a pursued state of mind. Reflection isn't a result of natural assimilation, but must be employed. I've found setting aside time for reflection is difficult, but when I do...life somehow seems easier, more bearable.

A few employed reflections...

• On rare occasion do video games offer comfort.
• This week was that occasion.
• Physical health and domestic health (although not interchangeable) have some correlation.
• There is a strange power that festers when wearing a suit.
• Charm can often create the illusion of talent.
• Friendships can rekindle over the culinary arts, even the most amateur attempt.
• Putting forth the minimal amount of effort only produces a minimal product.
• Some people are satisfied by the minimal.
• Cuddling is a perfectly acceptable activity for a Friday night.
• Love isn't just an occasional wrestle in the park.

These are just a few discoveries from this week. I may add more as my mind continues to wander.

abs.