64 LOST

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Per usual, the The Daily Post [and anatomy] drive me to write poetry… Did you know that you are born with 270 bones and by the time you reach adulthood, you have 206?

Interesting, no?

How you live does matter. Do everything in your power not to destroy the beautiful machine that is your body and the beautiful light that is your soul. Mother Nature may be working against us, but all the same. ____________________________________________________________

Ask any doctor and you will hear

Of an anatomical truth they hold dear:

Her Bones

Upon birth there were two-seven-zero

The good ‘ol days

When her dad was her Hero

The wonder years

When she wasn’t afraid to look in the mirror

Time goes by

She doubts Mother Nature and flinches from Father Time

The days of two-seven-zero sit atop a mountain of lies she just can’t climb

Her Bones

Ask any doctor and you will hear

Of an anatomical truth they hold dear:

By the third decade of Life

She has encountered the winds of change and the aires of Strife

Now There is but two-zero-six

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The threshold of Innocence has long since been crossed

It’s strange, you know?

She can’t recall choosing which got to stay

And which had to go

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Surely, this can’t be right

How did so many slip through the cracks without recognition,

Let alone a Fight?

As she sat and pondered this unexpected plight

The evidence began to mount

The pains, the sorrows, they were more numerous than she could count

Her Bones

Of Courage

Of Cheer

Of Strength

Of Hope

Of Pride

Of Humor

Seem to have all but dried up

Was this what it meant to be an adult; to be mature?

There seemed to be so much disappointment one had to endure

She used to think she could never be quite sure

She sat at her desk, paper and pen, determined to disprove such a cynical path

But there it was, the price of Life, indeed had its Cost

Such painfully simple math

64 Lost

 

 

~MissFit

Father Time’s One Night Stand

 

As I often like to do on a Sunday, I’ve been catching up with you all here on the WordPress Blogosphere. Blogiverse [?] Blogworld [?] Well, you know this vapid space we call the Internet that we fill with wondrous thing…

Call it what you will; I have seen so many posts recently about “Time”.

Even the The Daily Post prompt is about Time!

Whether it’s “that Time of Year”, “never enough Time”, “Time to get moving”, “Time to stop”, “about Time to celebrate”, or a myriad of other musings on this elusive element, Time is of great interest to Miss Fit. So much so that it makes her speak in the third person.

Why?

Well because the third person is fantastic [says Miss Fit]. No, I know, you meant why do I find Time so interesting…?

As a Nutritional Consultant, all other things being equal [i.e. financial situation, religious preference, gender, age, skill level, goals, needs, wants] the #1 reason reported when I ask my clients why it is they think they are not where they want to be in life the answer is always related to a seeming lack of this thing we call ‘Time’.

There is never enough of it.

Ever.

Never. Ever.

For all of Time, there has never, nor will ever be enough of it for most people.

Not to mention, it is the one thing that, no matter how much money you have, you can’t physically buy more of.

If you are following me on this, you should be asking, “Now, wait, Miss Fit… You are supposed to be smart… I’m supposed to be reading your blog because your judgment is sound and good…And you just told me that the #1 reason people aren’t where they need to be is because there is not enough Time, and you ALSO just told me that no matter what, you can’t get more Time…SO…um, Miss Fit, you have set your business up for failure then because you cannot provide the missing link – no one can.. ?”

Yep.

Touché.

This blog will self-destruct in

3

2

1

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You still here?

OH thank god.

Ok, TIME to get down to business.

You all may remember an earlier post of mine in which I discussed the difference between “spending time” and “investing time”.

All of the information in that post still holds, this is merely an addendum. It is one thing to learn to select the proper ways to use one’s Time, but one must still have Time to do this.

I digress.

And continue with an anecdote.

I give you the beautiful, sexy, Gumby

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and her distinguished beau, Father Time

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Now, for the purposes of this story, we are operating under an Adam and Eve [not Steve] story structure. This is not because I wish to make a political [or emotional] statement about sexual preference, but rather because I don’t have Time to think up of characters that would pose as the surrogate mother, the sperm-donor, and/or the in-vitro petri dish.

Gumby, with all of her flexibility can bend and sway and move about as she pleases. Definitely a score for Father Time.

Father Time, with his constant, unchanging, predictable behavior, makes for a solid procreation candidate.

A chance encounter.

A few batted eyelashes and bottles of Shiraz later, and magic happens.

Nine months later.

I present to you – Anita Moore Time.

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The one and only love child of Gumby and Father Time.

As she grows up, she is highly sought after by all human creatures, for her existence represents the progeny of Time, lending to the belief that there is a way to create Time.

There was but one way she came into being then, and there is but one way she can replicate herself in the lives of those who seek her – the secret power? Her mother’s genes of flexibility and bending.

You see, in order to get more Time, we must learn how to bend and flex that Time which we already have – – very similarly to the issue of World Hunger – it is not a lack of food, but rather a poor distribution of food that causes so many to starve. So, too, is it with Time.

Do you notice how excited people you know get for this time of year [in the States] when we get to “Fall Back” our clocks and it’s this incredible feeling of gaining an hour of life?

Did you actually get a 25th hour in the day?

Do any of us, really?

No, of course not. There are still 24 hrs in the day, but as a society we re-structure the time to synchronize our days better.

Now, interestingly, Miss Fit lives in Phoenix, AZ, the only city in the nation that does not participate in said Time Change practices. No “Spring-ing forward”, no “Fall-ing back”, just the same ‘ol Time, all the Time.

Now theoretically, this should not impact me [or my fellow Phoenicians] at all. I mean we just got done saying that those “Fall-backers” don’t really get more Time, so why does it sort of feel like a jip?

Well, quite frankly, it’s because we LOVE FREE STUFF. And the older we get, the harder we work, and it usually feels like your earnings go to everyone and everything but you. This dichotomy creates a scarcity trigger inside of us that makes us both (a) secretly not like sharing no matter what we learned in Kindergarten because let’s face it, it’s NOT just the crayons people want when you are an adult… (b) really, really, really love having control over things.

As a Consultant dealing with the inner working of unique people’s mind and bodies, I rarely IF EVER, will speak in absolutes.

But, this warrants it – NOTHING IN LIFE IS FREE.

Absolutely nothing.

Everything comes at a cost of some kind. Some literal or proverbial price to pay.

The key to “finding Time” to do the things you really want to do is not about searching for another love child of Father Time, it’s about gaining Awareness of the following:

  1. You as a person are given 24 hrs each day to do with what you please
  2. Two-thirds of that time [on average] is inherently given away to some ratio of Sleep + Work. This is because in order for us to have other 24 hrs [i.e. not die] we must rest our bodies and also earn an income to purchase food to fuel our bodies
  3. The remaining one-third of your day IS YOURS
  4. This remaining 8 hrs is not, nor will rarely ever be, a sequential 8 hrs; SEEK IT OUT, for it is hidden
  5. Find it hiding in the binge-watch of that one TV show; find it in your compulsive Facebook© stalking of people you would never talk to in person; find it in the energy spent staying mad at someone who wronged you; find it in the co-worker Happy Hour that you really couldn’t afford to go to, but did; find it under the covers of the hangover of the next morning

 

 

Find it, it’s there.

This holiday season, and always, decide what you want most, and realize that every moment has the potential to be a step toward or a step away from what you want. If you don’t claim that, someone else will.

~Miss Fit

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Pressing of Time

Once again I find myself at the heels of poetry for the Daily Prompt
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A Pressing of Time

Time
Our time
Is coming to a close so quickly
I feel desperate to get through to you

This sensing of urgency

This pressing of time

I can’t seem to shake it from my mind.

What makes a month?

A week
A day

But the seconds

Those that pass with you

Those that pass with out

I’m feeling frustrated

I’m feeling stuck

Those seconds that pass

In your absence

Don’t feel worth very much
What is the ‘ pressing of time ‘ ?
It almost sounds hopeful
As if
Perhaps
If I squeeze Time tight enough
I can fit more into the tiny spaces of my World
But
No
Time
Our time
Is coming to a close so quickly
I feel desperate to get through to you

This sensing of urgency

This pressing of time
I can’t seem to shake it from my mind.

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Indeed my fellow Mis[ter] Fits, Life is too short to miss.
Be cognizant of your actions and recognize that Time, like the Ocean, must be respected for the power it holds.
For better or worse, Time cannot be pressed, pulled, elongated, twisted, or turned.
It is the finite “show” that must go on.
It waits for no one but yields to those who harness it.
Stay Well,
MissFit

Defining ‘Minimalist’

Thanks to the Daily Post for creating another brilliant prompt. See Friday’s Photo challenge Here

“An artfully executed minimalist photograph is anything but mundane. It illustrates a moment in time, or an artistic perspective, with simplicity and grace.”

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In this Age of Constant Entertainment and Consumerism, it can be difficult to slow down long enough to think about anything let alone thinking of having, doing, or being LESS.

And isn’t that what we are told a Minimalist is?

For a while now, the term “Minimalist” seems to be used in conjunction with the fan-fare of ‘Going Green’, being vegan, reducing you ‘Carbon Footprint’, doing hot yoga, and living off the grid.

None of which I am going to pass judgement on, right now anyways.

The point is, being Minimalist doesn’t have to mean foregoing things you like and enjoy. You don’t have to join a convent,  swear off cursing [pun intended], and eat only root vegetables. Unless of course you want to.

Adopting a Minimalist attitude can [and should, by definition] be Simple.

Cut the crap, loss the excess, stop and take inventory of how you spend your time and with whom spend it.

Most importantly, recognize that being a Minimalist can simply mean that you see your place in this World. You understand how small, how minimal – yet poignant- you are. You understand that both you and this world are fragile and must be taken care of together. You choose to live in awe of this fact – instead of seeing it as a threat to your personal desires and whims.

 

The Daily Post on Overload

Feeling the need to shake a little poetry into the Blogosphere on this Daily Post prompt

Simply put, the Challenge was this: “Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.” — Gertrude Stein
Do you agree?

THE SOCIAL MENAGERIE

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Our World, so fast-paced

With the 3G, 4G, and telecom interlaced.

Our Children are learning how to love more things, but understanding less how to Love

Caught in the hustle and bustle, the traffic-jam mess,

We work more and Live less.

To turn off the noise, to shut it all out,

One must cease to rush, to pass, to shout.

But How

What with the Social Menagerie and All.

The Twittering-Tumblring-YouTubing

Linked-In to the Facebooking-Instagramming-Pintrest

Of which

Of course

You must express interest.

Let’s not forget the pull of Reality TV

You know, those people, whom we all apparently wish we could be?

But wait

Have you seen them?

Their self-absorbed consumption and over the top looks –

Just what, exactly, do you believe

Is their track record with books?

Do we even care anymore? Have we got a clue?

About education? And family?

You know those things we supposedly value…

It’s amazing how quick we are to complain

About Government, inflation, and the rain

It’s easy to hide behind the many screens

Amidst the sound bites, the live feeds, the constant information streams

We “Like” and “Pin” and “Share”

But do we really know what it means?

 Listen,

Lie Down.

Not to Sleep. Just to Wonder.

Open your mind’s eye to the years gone by.

Breathe Deep.

Drink it all in.

Remember

We are who we are now because of where we’ve been.

Slow Down.

Body and Mind

Feel yourself removed from the daily Grind.

Shut off the peripheral sounds.

One

By

One.

Until the last floorboard has creaked

And the nightingale’s song is done

Now

Do one thing everyday to reclaim your sanity

And you just might find

That in these simple acts

We shall reclaim Humanity.

~MissFit

The Daily Post: A Tribute to Irony’s Mother

 

A beautiful post challenge as always  – this is my response to The Daily Post :  10,000 Spoons

…When all you need is a knife might not be ironic, but it is unfortunate. Add your own verse, stanza, or story of badly-timed annoyance to Alanis Morissette’s classic.

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Miss Fit Says:

 

It’s the alarm clock, when you wanna stay in bed/

It’s the twice-made mistake, even after all that’s been said

 

 

 

 

 

Those Lesser Parts – A Daily Post

In response to the Memoir Madness from The Daily Post: Recall a time you felt disrespected, passed over, unappreciated, or “less than.” Now write a story, poem, or bit of flash non-fiction about it.

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To find one’s place is hard enough/

Let alone deciphering all that moral, political, and religious stuff

 Then

Of course

There’s school and work, and trying to make a friend or two

You know – someone who doesn’t only want you around for a good screw?

They’re out there, they are;

What I can’t say for sure is exactly where… or how far.

Sometimes I think I’m rather bright;

But the older I get, the more I realize, this world harbors more dark than light.

 What do you do

How do you act

When this world fools you with falsities for fact?

 

You know

I really did think I could help the world not to suffer

And that someday, some good man would ask me to look in the mirror and whisper,

“See that woman? I love her”

Maybe that can still happen.

I’m sure there is still time.

But is it so wrong to want it now, that sweet sublime?

Most nights I refuse to look at myself straight in the face

All dressed in my sheers and lace

Excuse me, Sir

Do you know the pain that comes with knowing my My Place?

Sure, sometimes it makes sense;

It even seems right and not so hard

But then that familiar feeling begins suffocating again.

The Heart

All empty

And marred.

 I blame thee naught, O Universe.

It is only to thy Self I cry and curse.

 Because

You see

My problems

They seem to be created by those lesser parts of me

Those Deep,

Dark

Places

I carry

But

Never

Wish

To

Be.

 Surely I can’t be alone on this dismal path

Surely I cannot be the sole victim of soul wrath?

I feel as though I’m desperate for a kin –

A friendly face who knows what it feels like inside this skin.

Everyday I feel more certain

Yes

Everyday it becomes more clear

My parents were right when they told me,

“You aren’t like the others, my dear”

If only I’d known how true that would be

Maybe

I could have saved myself some of the mistakes and misery.

~MissFit 08/06/2014

Daily Post : Wordly Encounter

Worldly Encounters

as posted by The Daily Post:

The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?

 

This one was easier for me than I would like to admit.

While there are heaps of things that flew into my mind at first read of this prompt – I immediately settled on the one that I feel truly sums up the

Chronically

Hopeful,

Yet naiive,

Yet hopeful,

Yet disparaged,

Yet hopeful,

Yet confused,

Yet hopeful

Montage of our World…

A World filled with mortals grappling to find their meaning in the tiny blips of silence amidst the chaos…

Only to find that they exist so much more profoundly in the chaos.

Or do they?

 

 

 

Daily Posts De-ja-vu

Miss Fit has been in rural Ohio for the last 8 days and in addition to rain, cold air, and greenery [all of which have almost become foreign concepts to me as a Phoenician] I have been without WiFi

*cue faint* yes  – really – sans Wifi. And as much as I adore the miracle that is 4G on my phone, there is just something about writing on a blog that I just can’t do on a phone.

So at any rate, lots of great Daily Post Prompts have come and gone in the last week and I thought I would share some stream of consciousness with you all as I sit in the Kentucky airport anxiously awaiting my next flight.

Yes, anxiously.

Not because I have any real reason to worry.

And I actually love traveling…but anyone who knows me knows I’m an anxious traveler.

Mostly out of habit.

So, yes, that foot you see over the top of the stall – that’s Miss Fit doing ABSY – or Airport Bathroom Stall Yoga.

[In case this phenomenon strikes your fancy, here is a video series on bathroom yoga… You really can find anything on Google. It’s official. Cheers to this chic!]

Whatever works for ya, right?

I’ve managed to be Xanax-free for 26 years. That in and of itself is quite the accomplishment here in the States.

 

OK! Time to welcome you to my Brain for a few minutes!

Daily Prompt – Pick Me Up

The one phrase that cheers me up when I’m having a bad day is, “I’ll see you soon”

No Matter what I am going through, I know that I can handle it when I’m seeing my best friend soon or family member soon. As long as there is a foreseeable end to my pain and that end involves being in the arms of someone who knows me, someone I don’t have to pretend in front of-  there is no hardship I can’t find a way to weather.

 

Daily Prompt – Witness Protection

When you do something new or scary would you prefer to be surrounded by friends or strangers?

A drafted a poem for this prompt.

The Looking Glass

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Today is the big day

Today I take the leap

I’m so excited

I can hardly eat or sleep.

People always ask about the Past

I’d like to tell them, it’s so much more than “those years that simply didn’t last”

I’d like to tell them that at some point is all comes together…

A moment – that moment – that helps the others makes sense

I’d like to tell them that I see more clearly now …

Just why I swam those oceans and crossed paths with those Gents

Yes,

Today is the Big Day

Today I take the leap

But

SSSShhhhhh

We must be quiet, mustn’t make a peep

For, someone new is with us

Someone way down deep

There is something to be said for that ghost in the mirror.

Has he always been there?

Or did he just appear?

I used to ask these questions

As I did of my past

Back in those days where my Self was bound and masked

So strange the prisons we build

When we could be so free

Is it strange to say I feel free with this ghost right beside me?

It’s a good thing he’s here though

Because today is my big day

I’m not sure who else will be there

I’ve sent the invitations

Booked the locations

And, well, I’m doing this regardless

Here’s hoping for at least one “Congratulations!”

But wait

Silly me

I almost forgot

All that worry is for naught.

There is something to be said for that ghost in the mirror.

Has he always been there?

Or did he just appear?

DAILY PROMPT: Que Sera Sera, Siempre por Siempre

In response to another brilliant Daily Prompt from the Daily Post

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Ever For Always

Siempre por Siempre

Ever find yourself someplace you never thought you would be?

Wonder how you got there?
Then wonder how to leave?

Ever find yourself in that place happy, blissfully unaware ?
Ever wonder if maybe you shouldn’t leave, then wonder if you dare?

Ever think that maybe, just maybe, there really is no plan?
Ever think that maybe it’s just plant, animal, woman, and man?

Ever doubt that it’s really all for one and one for all? Ever doubt that you will make the right decisions to answer your call?

Ever met someone who promised to hang the stars and moon?

Ever wonder if it was he who left you or you who left him – either way knowing it felt too soon?

At last, I have more questions than answers.
But
This I know:
The only way I know to love is with my whole heart
I know not what it means to only give a part.
I feel no shame in crying
I will always work my hardest, or die trying.
My name is Miss Fit.
And I’m more afraid of not Living than I am of Dying.