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If you have a bumper sticker on your car that says "God is my co-pilot," and you also believe that God is all powerful and all knowing, then why aren't you letting Him (or Her, or It) drive?

Learn to fly

This came up at lunch today, as we talked about the dumber things we did when we were kids.
To illustrate here, I was trying to find the clip from The Greatest American Hero where a little kid tells the hero precisely how to fly. "Take three running steps, and jump," or something along those lines...
The reason this fits into our little lunch conversation is that this actually seemed to my little 6-year-old mind to be a perfectly plausible explanation for learning how to fly, and that was precisely what I wanted to do. No more Superman imitation jumping off the sofa for me! I was gonna do the real thing, just like the Greatest American Hero!
So, I set up a futon mattress at the end of a long hallway, "just for precaution" in case it didn't work.
It didn't work, but not for want of trying. I kept taking those three running steps and jumping...and landing on the mattress.
Eh, oh well.
One thing that did occur to me today at lunch is that while I had prudently set up a mattress to catch me when I fell, I never prepared for the possibility that this flying trick might actually work. I would have flown directly into a bathroom and then into a wall. Convenient, though, as that was where the band aids were.
I clearly should have thought that through more thoroughly.
Being a kid had it's moments.

Saturday

Usually, when I'm confronted with an open Saturday, I choose to fill it with as much as I can, and I attempt to cover as much physical distance as possible. I want to see as much as I can see, so I hop in my car and go, putting on an easy 100 miles and accomplishing pretty much nothing.
Today, I decided to do the opposite. I stayed in town and walked where I needed to go, with the express purpose of slowing down the day. Instead of whirring past the details to get to some sort of big-picture destination, I focused intently on them, and actually made it point to walk slowly for a change.
I think I got just as much out of this Saturday, sticking close to home, as I do on the days when I hop in the car for random exploration. Driving becomes such an automatic task that the imagination runs riot, and seeing as how we are biologically wired to heed the things that cause us fear (basically, the device in our brains that alerted us to predators creeping on us, which leads to negative emotions) rather than those that make us cheerful, the drive invariably becomes exhausting.
Today, I made it a point to focus on the small details around me that I normally wouldn't notice. I disallowed my brain to go into autopilot, and I was able to experience the day differently. Granted, as with any mind game, it last only so long, but with practice, I can project on to the day a different outlook.
I guess if you think you will eventually be positive. Just requires a bit of work.

Sweeping off the dust

Haven't written that frequently here, have I? I think my attention span currently limits my musings to 140 characters or less, through either Twitter or Facebook updates.
Work has been tumultuous and fairly unsettling lately, but I suppose that's the case everywhere. I moved to another cube and seemed to have adopted a fridge, which had an old mayo jar in it, which I promptly removed. Good news: I can keep cold soda at hands reach. Bad news: I can keep cold soda at hands reach...likely to do wonders for my attention span.
Not much to say these days...thankfully summer will be along shortly!