Do the next thing.
Fly by the seat of your pants.
Just do it.
What was the very first thought you had this morning?
What was the very first thought you had five minutes ago? Hmmmmmm.
How do the words coming out of our mouths manage to reach our lips and the ears and minds of those within earshot? Without thinking about it, I mean. So what’s that you asked?
Do the next thing. Hmmmmmm.
How do I know it’s the right thing?
Just do it. Fly by the seat of your pants.
Just do what? I wasn’t wearing pants when I first awoke this morning.
I know, I just remembered: my very first thought when I awoke this morning was in the form of a question. I awoke from a dream in which my fist was striking the closed window of my pickup truck and I was screaming loudly at a huge growling mastiff who insisted that I was to be his breakfast and I was wondering ……..“Why doesn’t my fist hurt?” That question was followed by yet another question, “Why isn’t there a residual, muscular memory of the stress of screaming, residing in my throat area?” Why do you ask? What was the very first thought that entered your mind when you awoke this morning?