It never fails. The mail box lid slams shut and you proceed to see what goodies were left for you by the postal worker. Of course you have a bill or two which there is nothing you can do about (unless you are a. wealthy, or b. just better organized than most). Looking further into the stack will most likely reveal spam. Whether it is a time share sale, insurance advertisement, get cash now ad (or whatever) chances are you do not want it. To help stop this unwanted mail I have a proposal for you that will not only send the mailer a message, but will clean up your mailbox.
1) Find a reply mail that contains a prepaid envelope.
2) Sort through all of your junk mail
3) Remove your personal address (optional but recommended)
4) Stuff all unwanted mail in the prepaid envelope
5) Place back into the mailbox for the next pick up
If nothing else, you cleaned up your box. It is amazing how heavy a person can make these envelopes. If everyone was to try this - maybe, just maybe - we would annoy a company so badly they would reconsider what it sends. Doubtful, but I feel better sending a message back.
A fork in the road. Something that you feel that you cannot describe. What does it mean? The questions scroll through my mind. Who am I, what am I and what am I really doing with the time that I have here? They are all questions that a person faces at some point or another
Last week I was on vacation and took a break from life as I knew it. I ch
anged my daily habits. What is it about taking a step away from the normal? The questions are consuming. However, they are still overwhelming. I have four kids at the moment and a beautiful wife. Yet "more more more" screams out loud. I have thoughts rambling through my head to write a book, start a business, go on random
trips etc. Another part of me wanted to start blogging again. I even mentioned to my wife this week that I wanted to blog about something. I was thinking about music and new music that I am listening to at them
time to expand my tastes. It never seems enough though. There is a void that I cannot explain. I have found myself listening to Jars Of Clay and DC Talk alot the past few days. Yes - I am a Christian. I profess the Lord as my savior - but fail to come close to what someone should be, when acting as a carrier of the title.
This is not a normal post. Normally, I try to fit the topics into something; a category that I have set up. So, for the time being that I have set up a "personal thoughts." I figure even as a dedicated blogger of a certain topic I have to vent, and I am not going to create multiple blogs. You have me - as I am - will be - and that is all I can say about that.
Sorry for the rambling. Just had some things on my mind that I needed to share. Thank you for listening.
Let me leave you with the song that I cannot get out of my head at the moment. That will maybe lead to the music blog I was talking about.
