the PLease? project

So, there I was...
...and there it was...
PLease? It took me a minute to comprehend what it was I had had actually just seen. It was one of those moments that I have had all too often, but today was different. Today I took action. Although I was camera-less at the very instant, I doubled back and picked it. PLease? It brought so many different thoughts and visions to my inner creative being. I knew that it was there for me to take advantage of...it had called me out, and today I listened. I'm not sure what it is exactly that I am hearing, but it was strong enough for me to peddle around downtown Boise while holding this for everyone to read. I began to think that people might think that I am homeless and looking for a handout, but I'm not and I wasn't. I was just compelled to put it on display. Even when I was in a situation were someone could have asked me what it was all about, they didn't...and to be honest I'm not sure what I would have said. PLease? PLease? The more I thought about what it was and how it came to be with me the more I thought about how I want to incorporate into different settings and take a picture of it. I believe that is why it was meant to be today...why I acted for the first time on an impluse to stop, pick it up and take it home with me.

This is, of course, the first photo where I have used "PLease?". The scene is my raised garden bed. On the right is a jalapeno pepper plant (with a green pepper plant behind that) and on the left are garden beans. In the middle are two green peppers and a pile of carrots that didn't make it. Why here? Why is this the first photo? It was the first mental image that I had after PLease? came into my life. It was then that I decide that this sign was going to guide me...I will go where it wants to go. Nothing about it will be forced. It will be instinctual based the calling that I hear.

This could be it...or there could be more, I just don't know...

resistance

The donuts (doughnuts?) laid out on display in the break room look really good.  Personally, that is the biggest issue that I need to conquer...their appearance.  So tempting, but do I want them?  No, not really.  Do I need them?  Absolutely not.  Journaling this and put it out there gives me the sense of self control.  I am holding myself accountable for the choices that I make. 

 

Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is, but it doesn't have to be...just be strong.

finding me

Ahhh, this is going to be an interesting trip.

I have always wanted to be dedicated to the craft of writing. For as long as I can remember I have doubted my cognitive ability to formulate thoughts that are worthy of writing...well, no more. In order for me to feel the power of confidence, I have to put forth the effort...I have to practice and not be afraid of failure. I am no longer willing to sit back and wait for something special to come to me...I am the only one that can make things happen for me.

I started this process of enlightenment last fall (2008). I can now admit that I wasn't completely sold on the idea of pursuing another college degree. I was lazy and very complacent with the formal knowledge that I had already acquired. I had a difficult time seeing myself going through the motions of "going to school"...the lectures, the note-taking, the study time, the homework. All of these things, compounded by the fact that I am much older than the average college student, lead me away from attempting what I thought would be a nearly impossible feat. With encouragement from my wife, I made the commitment to become a college student.

It is funny that I began my travelling down one path and almost instantly knew that I was heading in the wrong direction. The feeling of wanting more and needing to explore the questions that consume me had finally surfaced and I was unable to deny it. I warmly embraced the change in course and I am now very happily sailing towards the horizon that has be calling for me my entire life. Now, as for those questions, I realized that their answers would certainly not be found in the design of a building or in the depths of some engineering calculation that has most likely been worked long before me. I am tuning myself into the signal that is my fellow mankind. I am curious and intrigued by how/what/why we, as humans, do the things that we do. This overwhelming sensation of something better happened within the first few minutes of Sociology 101.

I will continue this line of thought at a later date