It's Never Enough

Discoveries:
Today I discovered that sometimes your best is not enough, it may never be . Is my notion really that difficult to stomach? Consider the case of the music fanatic that loves the sound of the piano but will never be able to sit in front of a Steinway and play concert piano, or strum a guitar and produce Santana-like sounds on his acoustic. Consider the devoted green hand that loves flowers who will never be able to wield their gardening magic and harvest healthy lawn grass let alone a bed of roses. Is it possible that sometimes "it" is just impossible? As much of a fighter as I am and as valiant an effort I make, there are things that I have accepted as being unattainable. Those goals are no longer challenges but ill-advised pipe dreams that don't deserve my time, attention nor energy because they may only happen with divine intervention. Perhaps a miracle? That finality still supports my point and daily discovery. Grasshopper, think of it this way, even if you do attain or achieve the goal it's because God got involved. It had little to do with you. Let's debate.



High Points:
Today I was a social networking master. I modified my Facebook page, updated Twitter, revamped my Blogger site, found a new domain name, solidified a title for my next novel and registered it with the Library of Congress. I found a host of vegetarian recipes that I will start utilizing in my daily diet, I spoke with a few friends about going in together on a business venture, exercised for an hour and a half and I finished reading a novel that I have been working on for the last 3 months. Let's not forget how I put in 9 hours at the job and dropped my kid off at daycare this morning. Great job John *patting myself on the back*


Low Points:
I used my bare hands to give myself a hoe bath at the gym. Normally I am pretty diligent about remembering my washcloth and drying towel but today I simply forgot. When I discovered my oversight instead of waiting until I got home to shower, I cupped my hands together, filled them with the masculine-smelling liquid soap from the dispenser in the shower stall and lathered up. I felt like a prostitute in Amsterdam. Cleansing my arms and face was easy but when I got down to my unmentionable areas I grew concerned. What if I wiped too hard, too soft? What if I got skid mark remnants on my fingers. I couldn't take it. I exited the shower, went back to my locker and opened it in disgust. However, as soon as I opened my locker my washcloth fell out. Damn!

Daily Insanity:
I haven't watched TV all day. You know what though? I don't even miss it. I read magazines, talked to friends and surfed the web. When I did need my daily fix of motion picture, I simply chimed into Youtube and found the silly video of the day. There is one young man on Youtube that deserves your attention. I have grown to admire his comedies. He calls himself Coochiness,,,yes,,,Coochieness. I could take the time to describe the foolishness he pours upon your psyche but instead I will simply invite you to check out his video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLMzxkeP6hI&playnext=1&list=PL58BDFA03EBAE1312&index=12

WARNING: Brace yourself, this dude is a trip!



Question


When is it time to throw in the towel?



John R Williams


Author/Radio Host/Filmmaker/Marketing Executive