[NOTE - this is an incomplete entry of some of my journal notes from this month.]
#JournalNotes #School #Writing #frustration
I'm tired tonight, but I don't anticipate sleeping well. I feel like one too many balls got past me today, and the important one, the one I needed to stop, the one that so much was dependent on, I didn't stop it.
Not only did I not stop it but I failed to communicate on the topic. I failed to convey the possibility that existed that might have made another person's day much better than it likely was. Maybe I brought that on myself trying to two several things at once, but I should have known a person of importance was in a delicate spirit. As the afternoon grew later I lost control of any conversation on the subject.
Summer Redstone, who was probably a billionaire, said of frustration, "Success is not built on Success. It's built on failure. It's built on frustration. Sometimes it is built on catastrophe."
I guess Ii rather like what Kurt Vonnegut said about frustration... "Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh since there is less cleaning to do afterward."
So is it a good thing or a bad thing that I became frustrated? I guess it can be both. The writer tells me to laugh it off. The billionaire tells me to see it as a positive challenge. At least that is my interoperation.
Still, I set here with a long night ahead of me and work to do, including some rewrite on an essay and a "grind" poem to write. I can laugh, I suppose. My leaning is to cry, in part because I am crying for another. Laughing right this moment is not going to help that person at all.
Taylor Swift has the following take on frustration...
"Red is such an interesting color to correlate with emotion, because it's on both ends of the spectrum. On one end you have happiness, falling in love, infatuation with someone, passion, all that. On the other end, you've got obsession, jealousy, danger, fear, anger and frustration." .
Anthony Banderas... "Expectation is the mother of all frustration."
I don't know that I feel any less frustrated, But I feel it's okay to cry and I'll probably be up late LOL
#Mood #SlightlyLessFrustrated #TryingToStopTheBalls
Kansas City is the home for a lot of art and culture, and one of my favorite examples. of this are the shuttlecocks on the lawn of the Nelson Art Gallery. They are fun because you don't see these large instillations of art just anywhere.
They have been here if I am not mistaken since my high school days. They are fun any time of year. People will pose with them in snow white winter landscape as well as bright green summer grass.
The culture of. are here in Kansas City thrives. There are a lot of cities that people naturally think of as artsy communities. San Francisco, New York, Seattle, Chicago, LA, Cleveland often come to mind. But Kansas City started making that list a few years ago and is becoming more recognized as a center for Arts and Culture. From daring architectural designs, to The Galleries, The Arts District and The Kemper Center for Preforming Arts.
There is no reason. for Kansas City to not hold its head high for the role of arts in our community. And where Literary Arts are concerned, do not forget about the Kansas City Writers Place that has been a part of this community for many years.
#KCArts #NelsonGallery #WritersPlace. #KemperCenterFor PreformingArts
#I took a break from Plato (class research) to get out of the house and get some steps. I have been derelict in walking these past three days. I needed the air, steps, and change of scenery as much as getting away from Plato. Shhh.. don't tell my professor.
It was hot, but fortunately a light breeze that felt heavenly upon my neck. This was my first time on this frail, the Rock Island Spur of the Katy Trail. It cuts through what was a heavily wooded area the runs just east of the house.
There were maybe a dozen bikers on the trail, I was the only pedestrian. There was a park ranger on a small motorized 4 wheel vehicle. So it is nice to know it is patrolled. There was greenery and trees and brush. Looking ahead of you as you walked you could tell the trees ahead at many points provided shadows creating shaded parts.
I was amazed at the areas loaded with large size ferns. I presume opening up the edges of the woods allowed native ferns more direct access to the light and with less brush around them, they had been allowed unrestrained growth.
One could spend a whole day just cataloging all the various foliage along the trail. But Pluto will not allow me the time for that but would likely praise my thirst for such knowledge. My eros lies in a different direction than the plant world but for certain I did find the Maple leaf viburnum (a newly learned plant) to have fascinating large leafs.
Further exploitation of the trail is for another day.
#RockIslandSpur #Biketrail #walkingtrail #nature #exercise
Below are photos from the outing.
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