Mick Easy

CARVED OUT

A Personal Day …  

Gifted it to Myself.

Is what I did.

“Just Like I Promised, But Almost Never Do.”

I’ve earned it (*).

End Unnecessarily Entitled Self-Validation Preoccupation.

FLOATER DAY (*)

To Get Things Done …   

On a Friday-Of-All-Days don’t you know.

A furlough from My Full-Time Hustle …

Uh, day job.

“To Do Whatever The Heck I Want To Do, I Will.”

Time.  Well.  Spent.

All of It.

Or, none of it.

My Choice.

SPOILER ALERT

Ice Cream … 

May be involved.

“Chillin’ With Frozen, Creamy Lactose Scooped High In A Sugary Cone Is My Indulgence Of Choice.”

And, also whatever traipses, moseys, saunters … across My Path.

I’m Game.

LAUGHTER, INC.

Amusing Myself … 

All by Myself.

“Escaping in Self Love …”

My Plan for The Floater …

Laugh.  Laugh.  Laugh.

It All The Way Out … 

SPIRITUAL

Awareness, Acceptance And Enlightenment … 

Add them to the day’s Bucket List. 

Love.  Passion.  Conviction.

How I’m getting it done.

“With or Without Tears of Joy.”

Works for Me.

Get some Zen in, too.

All before the Street Lights come on.

PAIN

Not Today, Babe … 

You’re giving me a headache, Darling.

Go away.  Scram.  Hit the Bricks.

And, don’t come around tomorrow.

I’ll just tell you the same thing:

“Don’t Want Your Lowly Kind Sneaking Around Here Anymore … Adios, Muchacho.”

You’re not welcome, by the way.

Please don’t make me repeat Myself.

ME BEING ME

How It’s Going To Be …

Me Doing Me.

Me Loving Me.

In the Right Way.

Me.  Me.  Me.

Without Me there’s no Me.

It’s the only Me I’m getting.

SAME GOES FOR YOU

You Loving You …

Repeat.

Now we’re all on to something special.

Capisce?

NOT SELFISH

But, Self-ish …

There’s a knowable difference.

Once you get the hang of it.

It matters.

“I’m Not Going To Feel Guilty About Me Doing Me.”

Ever again.

Ditto, You.

ME = MICK EASY

That’s Me … And ME …  

An Almost Clever Acronym (You Should Get One).

“Mick Easy – like Sunday Morning – the way Lionel does it.”

And, the Big Easy.

New Orleans – I’m Going Back – All Y’all.

Who Dat?

TAKING A WALK

Heading Out For A Casual Stroll … 

Shining in the Sun.

Getting A Sparkle On.  All Glittery Like.  Glow Flow.

Brightening up inside.

“Smelling The Roses … Kissing The Thorns.”

Loving Dandelions in their Golden Glory.

Fresh cut grass.

Allergies Be Damned, My Itchy Eyes.

Tasting Nature.

Loving the Unlovable.

CALL IT SELF PRESERVATION

Taking Care Of Self With An Ode To Self … 

Right Here.

In The Now.

“What’s Left of Me … Is The Best of Me.”

Yeah, I’ve spent a good part of Me spread all over The Good, The Bad and The Meh.

Kept a little pocket change for a rainy day … 

Learning to Love the Rain.

POTENTIAL KNOWS POTENTIAL

Potential Doesn’t Stop … Being Potential … When Potential Sleeps …

Its still there.

Hibernating.

Idling inside.

Waiting impatiently … to be called on … fulfilled.

“Knock, Knock, Knocking … To Get Out.”

THIS DAY

I’m Leaving The Door Wide Open … 

To All Possibilities.

Welcoming Potential Back Home.

We’re going to talk about it …

Plans – Old and New – Goals.

Make it right, again.

Then I’m letting it back out to the World.

Using My Super Powers For Good.

Take That, Apathy.

I’M WRITING A PROMISORY NOTE

To My Imperfect, Dumb Former Self …

Says,

“Get Busy Living, Mick.”

You know the rest, Shawshank.

I’ll take a Loving Slap over a Passive Pinch any day.

Thank You, Merciful Father.

CONUNDRUM WRAPPED IN AN ENGIMA

That Old Chestnut … No More … 

Never was, actually.

I’m done trying to figure out the unsolvable riddle:

“Like a Yard Sale Jigsaw Puzzle with a few too many pieces missing … But still enough of a peak to see Life in the Big Picture.”

Respecting this Mortal Vessel … and the place we call Home.

NURTURE LIFE

With One Love.

Mind.  Spirit.  Body.

All.  Together.  Now.

Truth.  Harmony.  Faith.

“Life Wasn’t Meant To Be A Mystery.”

And, neither are we.

ON THE LIGHTER SIDE

Of Sun & Fun In Paradise …

“Okay, Slow Down, Cowboy.”

Its only the Mall.

Food Court.

I’m shuffling through …

“But, It Feels Like Shangra-La, Darling.”

And, that’s a Starbucks paper cup I’m slurping a foamy $7 Latte from …

Not the Chalice of Everlasting Life.

Elevated Is How I’m Feeling.

EYES ON THE FRIES

So, What’s It Going To Be …

Before The Double Scoop at Ben & Jerry’s and After The Fancy Coffee, Barista Boy?

My Self-Indulgent Purpose … raison d’être … to visit the Mall?

Pop Quiz (Interlude):

Do you remember those Forever Faithful True Religion® Sneakers I’ve been parading about town since way back when?

The Buttery Soft, Leather White One’s?

With the cool upside down Omega logo – Ω – that everyone thinks is a Horseshoe?

Well, they’re retiring from active duty in my slim wardrobe rotation of obscurely Hip Things I Occasionally Wear At The Risk Of Looking Like A Doofus …

Because Fashion is not Style.

Kaput.

AND, THIS

I’m Throwing Down After-Tax Shekels … 

On a crispy new pair of Chuck’s.

Taylor, son.

All-Stars.

Red.  Red.  Red.

In a Half-Size Too Big.

How I like them.

Call Me Optimistic About A Late Growth Spurt …

Again, budgeting in room for … Potential.

ALSO, THIS

To Clear The Air …

Fact:

“I’m Not Getting A Tattoo.”

Today.

Or, any other day.

Because, I don’t love needles as much as needles love me.

I’m okay.  As is.  Plain.

“God Did An Awesome Job With The Packaging …”

Wait, What?

You know what I mean.

POST SCRIPT

Oh, I’m Buying A Book … 

Perhaps two.

Is what I’ll do.

Picked out a couple.

Mick Easy.

 

 

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