Catching Idle Butterflies

This is my brain:

I set a goal of 8800 words today and exceeded it by over a thousand to a grand total of 9809! Woo-hoo!

Even better, I discovered new characters and new conflicts along the way. I love when a story takes unexpected turns like that. I believe when an author is excited about the story, it shows in the words spilled onto the page.

There is an unfortunate side effect to this, though. I want to let the rest of my life simply pass me by for a while. I don't want to pay my bills, or even go to work. Reality really bites when the imagination is running so fast and hot it's like riding in a F-22 Raptor.

This is my brain on high imagination:

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F22 Raptor

Hopefully I won't soon run out of fuel, my brain looking like this, nothing but hot air exploding in the middle of a vacuum:

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Rotten Egg Nebula

But I will pay my bills. I like having electricity, water, heat and such. I'll also drag myself out of bed and drag my tush to work in the morning. I like being able to pay for electricity, water, heat, and such.

It's funny. Two years ago, I wanted to eventually buy the company I work for. My bosses even offered it to me when they decide to retire. Now, though, I have no interest. Owning an engineering firm takes a lot of work. It ain't no 40 hour work week endeavor to keep a company like that running smooth. It's not just the amount of time spent owning a company, but the responsibility attached. I don't want it.

Perhaps I'm getting old in my years, but I don't have such high ambitions any more.

Well, no, that's not true. I still have high ambitions, they've simply changed focus. It all started when I began to write. That's my passion now, not owning a civil engineering firm that makes certain poo flows downhill and away from people's homes. That's important to be sure, but anyone can do that given the right mathematics.

Creating entire worlds, people never before imagined, communicating with others across the world, and if my writing is good enough, even across time, now that's what I call leaving something of importance behind once I'm gone.

Isn't that what we all seek, to leave this world with something better than ourselves? What do you wish to leave this world before God calls you home? Is it your children, or something else?

For me, if I make someone's day brighter with a smile, or a laugh, or perhaps plant a seed that leads them closer to God, then my life has not been ill-spent.

. . .

Um, how did I get from talking about my hyperactive imagination to how I wish to die without regrets?

Maybe one of my F22 engines had a momentary blowout from flying too long in Mach 2 . . .

. . . must be closer to looking like the Rotten Egg Nebula than I thought.

. . .

Nah. I just need to get some sleep now.

Nighty, night!

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