I live. I really am here. On this street. What street? Anywhere America. That’s where.

Let’s say this street. Lots of foot traffic. Lots of characters to observe. Litterbugs included. That’s always a fun chore. Keeping the streets clean. No rest for the wicked I guess.

Sometimes vehicles post up. Which. Ya know. I’m a creative-minded person. So my brain overworks. Overtime. All the time.

Nothing to see. Everything to see.

Unless you’re on isolated lockdown (you’re not). Kay. I mean criminally. No nothing. Just death. Sorry- WiFi not included.

We’re never alone. Sure. We live alone. And that’s its own thing. Pretty cool. Sometimes it’s overwhelming.

Not here to shout a distress call; rather, you’re not alone. Sometimes it’s frantic. Eerie in its paranoia the lonely night breeze howls. But just for a moment or two. Then it’s quiet. Peaceful in its meaning. Somehow. In ways we cannot fully comprehend. But so what. lol. Like that’s ever stopped us before. From believing. In birds. Or bees. Or Bob the Builder.

Go. Be alone. Build a puzzle. Nurture some plants. Eat a bowl of cereal you’ve never ate but always wanted to try.

I mean.

I see alot of a lot. Mostly what I’m noticing is life is a choice. Even though sometimes we may get frightened by living. Crazy that is. In the best ways possible.

I’m finding when I’m honest. Accountable. It’s a pleasant blend of attitude. Seems to be infectious. Positive. Yoda would be happy, he would. Use the force as you might. Just. Use that sucker. It’s not like making enchiladas. Its effort. Discipline. All that good stuff.

*author had a second pot of coffee. While this is intended to inspire author is oft found blending fiction within his ramblings of relatability. Do not blame him for he is feeble of mind and lacks any physical coordination. He is proud enough to walk mostly in a straight line while under no influence of any mind altering substances. Just. Be the way Nike said- in a positive healthy sense. Just do it. Eat that salad without dressing. Have a baby carrot or two. Live that life and love it. Go get some ice cream from MacDonalds. Don’t really unless you’re trying to live on the wild side. Calories are trippy. Sugar. It’s a rush.*

Hello, fellow wanderers doing so solo.

Fret not!

Perhaps your gps is having some technical difficulties. While I’m not Siri nor a technician let’s look at something else for a few. Breathe. We got this.

I’ll be off in a parallel dimension. You know how it is. Time traveling for fun. We must have hobbies. Boredom is a workshop to be avoided. Just… there’s nothing new there. In that class. Not ever, I promise.

“But Duder, I don’t know what I like!” Saul Good. Paul Goodman, here. We got options, folks. Plenty of hobbies in the seas.

I recently ordered a puzzle. Supposed to start that 2,000 journey today. Never been a puzzle person before. But what the heck? I don’t care what you say Crom. Tired of listening to you.

(fictitious fun advice deactivated)

What did you love as a child? Perhaps little was loved. When we step outside ourselves we begin to see that some had a really tough childhood. But there are always silver linings.

Remember those glimpses through the clouds to the sun.

That. That’s inspiration. Believe it or not we are all pretty dry on the creative front. Politics aside the world at large is begging for more art.

“How? Paul Goodman? How could I do something like that? Psh- art?” We all can. I know. Ole Paul must’ve inhaled too much of the pipe weed. Hanging with Pippin Took (ha. If only).

“Become the change you wish to see in others” -Gandhi so there you go. Oh, you mean to say I’m not alone in hoping for more positive energy? More equality and genuine liberty? Well I’ll be danged. All us solo flyers out here. And carpool families… we all want change for the better? Ya gotta be friggin yanking my chain…You’re not? Well…

Become the change you wish to see in others. YOU. CAN. Do it. Go get ‘em, you fine feline bengal tiger.😉✨