Tag: poet

Light a match, anything that sparks you toward your target

The flame of motivation doesn’t always stay lit in my eternal quest for fitness. I strike a lot of matches to keep me going. My matches are incognito. Cloaked in words of encouragement, wrapped with visual images. Anything. Deliberate collaborations. Random ideas. Goal outfits. Progress posts. Anything that will spark the flame of desire to keep me moving forward toward my target of overall health.

E.A. Fussell

06.05.2022

Someday no more

There are seven days in the week. We can waste our lives trying to make “someday” one of them.

Or we can choose today, whatever day of the week it is, and make it our “someday, the day we did that that thing we said we were going to do one day”.

E.A. Fussell

06.05.2022

Roughly rolling thru life

I’m a little

Rough around the edges

Some days more than a little

Occasionally

I entertain myself

By softening the edges

Polishing myself up

But like most shiny things

The sparkle eventually dulls

And then it’s just

Rough old me

Rolling through life

Not fully aware of my impact

Thinking

I should probably apologize

Knowing

That I probably won’t

E.A. Fussell

06.03.2022

Perspective

As we take another few steps on this journey through life let us remember that we have no idea what another person is going through, even if we think we do, we just don’t. It’s their experience, not ours. Let us focus on surviving our own path through the obstacles of life to eventually thrive at whatever destination we land.

KE.A. Fussell
05.14.2022

Garden longing

Senseless chatter filled days like today make me long for the peace and quiet of a country garden where the only thing sounding in my ear is the sweetness of nature buzzing to the energy of Spring, flowers brightly blooming, and rows of fresh vegetables in various shades of green.

E.A. Fussell
O4.27.2022

Grasp or let loose

Wrong decisions

Are painful

Holding onto them too long

Just because we made them

And we don’t want to admit

That we made a mistake

Can leave scars

Which can’t be erased

If you are holding onto

A bad decision

I understand how challenging

It can be to release your grip

And let the dream

Of what you thought might be

Slip through your fingers

And go it’s separate way

Yes, I comprehend

How disheartening

Being wrong

Can be

I also understand

That each time

We let a bad decision go

It becomes more difficult

To release the next one

Especially as the years pass

And there isn’t much time left

For overcoming bad choices

Don’t be fooled

Not making a decision

Is solidly deciding

To stay where you are at

And only you know

Whether that is right

Or wrong

For your life, heart, or mind

Every moment

We have a choice

Continue grasping or

Let loose

E.A. Fussell

04.27.2022