From Cheer to Coffee .. substance?!Hahahaha.. For those of you who know me well, this should make sense.
For those of you who wonder where and why the hell I am inspired by just about every and anything, I guess I don't know what to tell ya. :) BASICALLY, I have an appointment at "Midwest Cheer Elite" today. From there I am to meet another client at "Lookout Joe's," a revered coffee shop in Mt. Lookout. I am mapquest's bitch, thus I had 2 printoffs - one directing me from "Work to Cheer," and the other from "Cheer to Coffee." Naturally, "cheer to coffee" is what got obnoxiously sharpie'd onto the 2nd page, for quick reference purposes. AND FROM THAT.. stemmed an idea regarding life in general, and the glitter and glam and all that was, is, should could would be, and back to is. I have way too much time on my hands, and a bad case of deep-thinking A.D.D. .... apparently. :) =======
My point being, Does anyone else ever get reminiscish (yeah, word creation) about the "good old days" when growing up in and of itself took on an entirely separate definition than it does now? Meaning: growing up as a kid, for me at least, was more about the physical and moral development than it was the life experience and emotional capacity development. What motivated me to do everything I did back then? Answer: The people in my life. The security of constance, whether it be school, a schedule of extra-cirriculars/athletics, or the ever-present authority of "as long as you live under this roof ".... There was a sort of weird anticipation that nobody could explain: "I don't want to go to school today; classes suck. However, I want to go to school today; my friends are all there." Well what was it that eventually dissuaded (usually) me from playing hookie? It was all that sunny reinforcement that I got from every angle. God blessed me with adoption, and an amazing new "life setup".
Teachers said I had uber potential to succeeeeeeeed!!!
Coaches said I was athletically inclined, and "fiesty, for small stature". (?!)
Friends said (I would like to think..ha), come with us, when plans were made.
Extended Family wanted to visit, constantly.
and of course, I was Mom & Dad's super-kid. So naturally, motivation wasn't an issue. Durrr... ========
Fast forward to yesterday, the day before, and maybe even today. Dear Starbucks,
I love you.
Thanks,
-Me. ?! .. Dude, I didn't even drink starbucks (or coffee for that matter) before college. Given, that could have been a direct result of the complete LACK OF in the verndocks in my still-live-there days, but regardless... I found myself (yesterday and today) not functioning properly until the coffee hit the switches and illuminated for me the simple plan of madness that was laid out so perfectly for me by work, errands, and worrying incessantly about "big kid" stuff. Additionally, coffee is such a temporary thing. (yes, a "BANDAID on the scratches and scrapes of LIFE" reference. Gag on it, I know, I know..). But seriously. I'm an avid starbucker; I find that as with any other caffeinated something, there's that hour-2hourish gap of "!()*%$!&*)!)(@!," followed by ".... aghhh..." . The correlation between coffee and my most recent motivation should be clear by now. I was motivated under false, temporary things, and was consequently left exhausted, with a headache. There really isn't too much else to say about it. I have decided, just now :), that in a very, very figuraliteral sense, the elements that motivate me are shifting back TO cheer, FROM coffee, more simply to very basic, essential things: Love.
Lessons (and learning from..).
Enlightenment.
Life.
-- the pursuit to eliminate everything that prevents
the enjoyment of above mentioned. So from cheer to coffee. It's a bad trip. Screw coffee. It's bad for your heart and somethin about detrimental to the rest of your overall health. Cheer's much better. Yay, for endorphins.. ya know, figuraliterally. | 
