I Live In Miami

Actually, I live in Taiwan.  Miami however, is my usual state of mind.  I listen to Gloria Estefan, Jon Secada, Huey Lewis, Phil Collins, Paul Simon and Steve Winwood everyday.  This helps me maintain a pretty mello state of being.  Miami to me is about the awesome sea air, great winter weather, and just all around fun-in-the-sun.  How could a person be sad here? My only real worry in Miami, as a single white female, is the Ice Box Killer, Trinity and of having to sit in traffic while film is being wasted on CSI: Miami.

Found this on the Digital Hairshirt blog.  My roommate also uses it as his binder cover.

I ate a Cuban sandwich this morning for breakfast.  It was actually a bagel with bacon and egg on it, but I imagined it as something else for the sake of sanity.

So where do you live?  Do you live on a warm Caribbean Island with hot weather and cool drinks? Do you prefer the fresh powder and hot cocoa in the Rockies?  Where do you live in your mind?  What's your happy place?  Go there when you are really feeling sad, it should cheer you up.  If it doesn't you need to start hanging out with five-year olds.  They have lots of good ideas on what the world should be like.

On my way to work this morning on the flying train I saw a unicorn running free in a field of sunflowers.  Gnomes made me some of the best super-power coffee ever, and my hover board trip from the flying train station to the castle I work in was exceptionally smooth.  It's been an awesome day so far.

Not Everyone is Destined For Greatness

Honestly, who wants to be successful?  I'm happy with being a complete failure.  If I wasn't a failure, I'd be a Naval Academy alum currently stationed on some aircraft carrier in the Persian Gulf.  Instead I'm an ESL teacher in Taiwan.  It's a good thing life didn't turn out as planned because I love my relatively simple life on this lovely tropical island.  I never let life get me down too much, I think being a funeral director taught me not to dwell too much on things, forgive quickly, and just be thankful you get to see the light of another day.

A successful person, I find, has their life planned out with achievable goals and the motivation to reach those goals.  They are organized, motivated and carry all the other characteristics wanted on all the job postings I read daily.  My resume says that I carry these characteristics but that's just because I know how to write an effective resume.

I find that I prefer looking for my keys for 10 minutes every time I try to leave the house(I've actually squeezed this time into my thoughts for when I'm trying to leave the house. Be sure to leave 5-10 minutes for key search), instead of actually working I prefer killing my 7 1/2 (I'm half an hour late every day) office hours on facebook, blogsites and youtube, and I prefer questioning authority rather than just follow it.  These attributes make my life difficult sometimes, get me into trouble with all sorts of people, and cause stress, but I wouldn't want it any other way.

I think too many people get upset when you talk of their shortcomings.  A lot of people get down-right defensive about it, and do not understand themselves, abilities, wants, or desires...They keep trying for the impossible and eventually die miserable because they didn't accomplish what they wanted to, or what they thought they wanted to based upon their ill-forsaken ego or societal standards.  Give it up already "everybody is created equal" is the biggest load of crap ever fed to the general public.

I have goals, but I never reach them, ever.  I always stray off on to some other path.  There is only one thing that I ever really set out to do over a long period of time and was able to do it.  I graduated from university, barely, and another semester would have killed me for sure.  So I guess my only real success is that I graduated college and I've made it into my late twenties.  If it weren't for my flexibility and ability to not care about anything, I'd be six-feet under.  So here I am, treading along, just living, and not really being successful at anything but being happy.  Lots of unsuccessfulness to come to me still, I'm sure of it.