Loose Marble

 This was the start of writing about jumping off the metaphorical hamster wheel of life and sailing the islands...Still debating about finishing the story.  I've made a couple of failed starts sharing this complete story on Facebook and YouTube .  I've never gotten nudged or requested to finish any of them, so figure there is not much interest out there....see what you think. Southern Boy Goes To Sea Rubrum Terra Firma…that was my place and life.   My feet were firmly planted on the red clay soil of Georgia for 56 years until I watched some YouTube videos about people living their lives on the aqua waters of tropical islands.   With each video I became more transfixed at the possibility of a life at sea amongst the perpetually warm, sugar sand trimmed tropical islands.   Thus started my transition from landlubber to sailor. While I’d been to and on many bodies of water; streams, creeks, rivers, small lakes, large lakes, seas and oceans I would have never be mistaken to be a s

 I've got a real strong creative urge going on the last few days.  Which should be a blessing but it is in complete conflict with my stern, task master of practicality...work needs to be done to make money.  Oh, the money thing again.  Yea, the money thing and the creative thing are battling it out.  I'm completely out of sync right now.  Here I am typing away while just off my right shoulder sits my laptop suspended in mid-task, waiting for me to complete something more directly related to financial survival.  All I want to do is paint something, create something.  Anything, I don't care. I used to dream of wealth, and a flamboyant life style I've seen in movies and actually participated in on occasion as being the norm in my life.  But now I can't imagine what it would be like to live that way, how weird it seems, how alien.  I might be caught saying or thinking that things just didn't work out.  I had this thought today that from other's perspective my li

I don't know where I came across this but thought it might be an interesting exercise to share. What did you dream of becoming when you were a kid? - Cartoonist, really ever since 4th grade that would fall under the category of dream.  Late teens it was about being rich. What are your strengths and values? - I hate questions like this...I don't know if I really know.  I guess one core thing I can think of is honest.  Other than that I really don't know.  I think "strength" is a relative term and as such it depends on the circumstance.  Values?  Really, what the hell even is a value?  It depends on the circumstances at hand.  Yea, I could say "Don't kill someone." but if you threaten my ass, I might just kill you before you kill me.  So the value is also relative. If money weren’t a problem, what would you spend your every day doing? - Any thing that struck my fancy at the time.  I like exploring and experiencing things.  I'm willing to try any

For some reason a series of thoughts went through my head the other day in sequential order of what is the worst thing that someone could do to me or happen to me.   I'm sure I was stressing over some late bill. Doodles, random, Boon, Cartoons, cartoonist for hire, boondawgoggle, I could be bankrupt, not so bad many people have been bankrupt and come back.  A little embarrassing, maybe not the thing you want your kids to see, but again, there are a lot of now successful well know businesses that were the second, third or umpteenth try. Take everything I own away, either by theft, foreclosure, fire, basically just think you've got nothing.  Yea a pain in the ass, but really would I miss any of it.  Probably not.  Think minimalist...see earlier post  http://boondawgoggle.blogspot.com/2013/04/what-is-destination-im-i-on-right-path.html . I just don't think it is that big a deal having a bunch of shit. Let me fast forward some.  Prison.  Throw me in prison.  Now that gets me co