Keeping It Going

I don’t think I watched Friday Night Lights until after I moved back from Texas but I do know that every time the music came on I remembered.

Every time I saw certain pictures and images I remembered.

That was enough to make it clear I had to go back and I did it.

All that needs to happen now is to wait and see what happens.

Maybe this and maybe that, but something will happen because nothing isn’t an option.

Birth Of Days

Some of you know Jack Steiner is not my real name and that January 1 is not my real birthday.

When I started blogging in 2003 or was it ’04 I wanted the ability to write freely without concern about some things.

Not because what I had to share was so controversial or crazy but because I just wanted to write and not be questioned by family/friends.

I wanted to just let go and be free.

For the most part I have done that but like many things in life there have been moments that changed me.

I am not the same 35-year-old guy who followed a wild impulse and started blogging.

While much is different there are things that have changed and it is fair to say that what you read here is generally my real belief or feeling, provided you aren’t reading fiction.

There is a lot of that here, far more than my other blogs.

Birth Of Days

When I first joined Facebook I thought it would be helpful for old Jack Steiner to have a Facebook page.

Since he was me, but not me I gave him an arbitrary birthday of January 1, never thinking that I would get a bunch of birthday greetings.

I am grateful and appreciative for them.

They are a reminder to me about the good and kind people in this world, not that this is limited to those who share the aforementioned greetings.

That is certainly not a requirement for goodness or kindness.

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I don’t update this blog or the Jack Steiner Facebook page with the same regularity I used to.

That is not news to those of you who have stuck it out here.

Most of the updates go to the other places and I don’t know if I see that changing.

Nor do I know if that means I am going to shut this down or wrap it into the other blogs.

It is too important and has too much meaning to me, but I do know I am thinking hard about what I ought to do.

Am considering whether to continue to keep this standing as it is or make changes.

There won’t be any rash decisions made on New Years day, but not because of the date but because I need to think hard about what I want and what I need to do.

This place is similar to the others but it has a different feel and audience and probably a bigger footprint.

That is because it has been around a lot longer and when I had more time it received an awful lot of attention.

Maybe it will again, we shall see.

In the interim, Happy New Year to you All and may this be our finest year ever.

 

A Chanukah Sampling

Thought I’d share a sample of posts I have written around Chanukah. Hope to get around to writing something more substantial here soon.

A Different Chanukah Celebration

It is Almost Time To Celebrate Chanukah

How To Celebrate Chanukah

A Curious George Chanukah

Chanukah Songs

Unlinking A LinkedIn Connection(s)

Someone visited my LinkedIn profile today and that prompted me to visit theirs which is where I discovered they had unlinked us.

It was odd to me because I haven’t the foggiest idea why they did it and if you asked I would tell you it kind of bothers me.

Not sure why it does, but it made me wonder why.

I could reach out and ask them why they decided to go this route, but I probably won’t.

There is no need or reason for me to engage in a conversation about it.

They aren’t someone I work with now or do business with and chances are slim we will in the future.

So it is more of a networking thing but I can’t say this will help or hurt that.

Just sort of odd.

The ‘Truth’ Lives

Memories of posts once written.

I had a dream. I dreamt of a place that I had never been to but always wanted to live in. You were there and your arms welcomed me to a place that until then had always lived inside me. You unlocked the passion and the fire that burns inside me.

You helped me to remember that love is meant to sting, that to be apart is to feel an ache that no drug can touch and to be together is to know the meaning of union.

You are my drug of choice, an addiction that I cannot give up. My air and my blood, the wind that fills my sails and were I to lose you I would be forced to revisit that dark place that I used to live in. I would be hollow inside, an empty shell and who knows what might choose to occupy that place.

I knew the day that we kissed that life was going to be different. Few people understand because so few have had the experience and even then few walk that path. When you walk through fire you risk being burned but you also open yourself up to untold rewards.

When just holding hands brings incredible pleasure, when whispers and caresses offer the height of joy and passion there is something special.

When I kissed you I felt your legs go weak and I held you tightly but I was not concerned because my arms were made for holding you tight and feeling your heart beat against mine gives me all the strength that I require.

I had a dream that became reality.