Organize (Blueprint for Mastery)

Organize This word means so much to me in so many different ways. Organize, like planned, concerted effort toward a goal, like organizing a protest Organize, like clean your room, drawers, closets, kitchen, to prepare for needing things later Organize, like get your damn self in order I want to talk about that last one.… Continue reading Organize (Blueprint for Mastery)

Glaring (Judgment)

Glaring. I’m glaring at you for your glaring mistakes. The glare in your eyes was hardly an excuse, isn’t that glaringly obvious?! Ah, judgment. We all judge. Ourselves especially. *sigh* Victim. Judge. Have I mentioned the mitote yet? Oh, right -- I did here. Long short, “mitote” roughly translates to voices, like those in a… Continue reading Glaring (Judgment)

Spicy

Hey, all. So, that daily blogging thing didn’t really happen… But I’ll take it as a net gain, considering I’m still writing way more than I was previously. Spicy “Ryan, vegetarian food is so BOOOORING. How do you stand it?” What in the hell have you been eating that’s vegetarian? “I mean… tofu. Come on?… Continue reading Spicy

Casual (Momentum?)

As I lay here in bed, in desperate need of sleep, I realize, "I haven't posted today!" When did you have time? "I guess when I took a short nap earlier?" So, no time. "But momentum!" Fine, but let's keep it casual. So, I am. Here is my #postaday for 8/5/17. More soon! - Ryan

Symphony (Teamwork and collaboration)

Well, hello there. Fancy seeing you here. Day 4! Day late again, but fuck it. Symphony Let’s make it happen! I had an amazing interaction with my team from my “9-to-5” yesterday. Technically, I’m on PTO (paid time off), but the school year is quickly approaching and our individual time-off plans overlapped such that we… Continue reading Symphony (Teamwork and collaboration)

Foggy (Why “vision”?)

Hello, Frameshifters. Our next #postaday is (was?) foggy. Day 3! Sadly, a day late ("Darn you, air travel!"), but here nonetheless. I started, once again, with a ten minute free write: *Waaaah*, ear drums reverberating, chest collapsing, eyes moist with lack of sight, blinded like a cold washcloth blanketing your face, droplets collecting on your… Continue reading Foggy (Why “vision”?)