Stevi's Storied Life

Howzit (millennial chat slang for 'how is it')--how is it that I can dream of buying a plot of land and building a tiny house where I'll plant a vegetable garden and grow herbs to make my own organic meals and fancy soaps I could gift and sell--but then I can watch a film set in New York and fantasize about living there as a writer? Then, at the same time, in the real world, all signs are pointing to finally living my age old dream of being a singer in a soulful rock band with a hint of folksy twang and a dash of funky blues? What does that even sound like? I'll let you know when I figure that out. Indecision has plagued me since I can remember. Which school should I attend? What should I major in? Which classes should I sign up for? Who should I date? What should I wear? What do I want to eat? Which route should I take? The guys from Boston told me not to worry or care about it, but they obviously pressed on and became a successful rock band. https://youtu.be/y-epOG...

My Earth Shoes keep me grounded. I used to think them ugly, but no-- They're simple, rounded, unfettered Light brown leather stitched to Soft, supportive soles, which offer Comfort for my arches and callused Heels and balls, Grecian monkey toes. The second one is longer than the Big one. They say that means I am Domineering, as does my day of birth. I suppose the stars have in mind a Leadership role, but I do not yet know Where it is I should next roam. Shall I bloom where I'm planted or Follow where the wind blows? I am Earth. I appear to be Air-- I have a fiery wit but the Water Calms my spirit, sometimes into Complacency. In my Earth Shoes, I feel at home Here at a table in a cafe, not far from My address. I feel no whims to take Flights of fancy, go downtown, or the Airport to hop a flight to where? Who knows. I don't have enough money anyway. I have three dollars and some coins I'm Consciously collecting because of the Year. I found ...

Lately, my mantra has been "stop saying words." After all, they're just symbols we use to communicate these unseen conceptual idea type thingies that someone else has probably already come up with better words for, or done it in such a way that makes more sense, takes less time to absorb, less effort even. They usually end up getting us in trouble, especially when we say too many or not enough, or the wrong ones, or even the right ones in the wrong way. I've been reading the Tao. According to the Tao, we should not always be talking. This is Sage wisdom, y'all. For true. We need to listen to others. If we don't, what's the point in this entire thing we call the world and all the other folks in it? If you think you already know everything, go ahead and do us all a favor and leave so the rest of us can pay attention. Or you know, maybe help us out, if you're so wise. I'm guilty of not listening. Oh so guilty. I'm not hating because we all go ...

I promise a heartfelt story of fishing next time...plus thoughts on The Old Man and the Sea...but for now, this is all I got. https://plus.google.com/+SteviAlsdorf/posts/epe8TERrXa3

https://plus.google.com/+SteviAlsdorf/posts/GWQ96RHCFCF https://plus.google.com/+SteviAlsdorf/posts/UVupENoNWEj It's a 2 parter because I had to pee.

https://plus.google.com/u/0/+SteviAlsdorf/videos?pid=6180659719213819186&oid=111863865068159610676

It's amazing what a good sleep will do for your outlook. You fall asleep miserable and wake up, forgetting why exactly, because the sun's shining, the tunes are swimming through your stock speakers, and you're flying down the highway, full faith in the four dollars' worth of fumes you fed your whip you affectionately refer to as Wanda (the Honda) because you know she's got another thirty miles left in her once that light comes on. She's basically your home and your best friend for all intents and purposes because she asks you no questions and tells you no lies. She loves it when you pump up the jams full blast, windows down, shamelessly fist pumping and signing out the sunroof to pop songs, directing the symphony of the road with your left hand, your cigarette a burning baton. You fancy yourself the director of this symphony you call your life. Your life's been good to you, but you've seen more than your fair share of the shit times. Still, when you...