Part Mop. Part Puppet. All Crazy.
I keep getting this strange feeling that I’m avoiding some task or
obligation. I can’t really describe the full extent of this feeling,
but I’m starting to get all philosophical about it, as if I needed help
there.
Now I’m beginning to wonder if I’m avoiding seeking my real destiny (as
a writer or songwriter or whatever) in order to feel safe. Or maybe I’m
avoiding extra lawn maintenance; I just don’t know.
For whatever reason, I have this feeling and there you have it. Kind of
like some sick Jiminy Cricket reminding me that I need to follow
through with my dreams once I open my eyes.
You're reading Mostly Muppet the personal blog of Seth Miller [About].
I don't really blog that much about Muppets, despite the URL, and focus mainly on Lost, etymology and whatever else strikes my fancy
The views expressed on this blog are my own and do not necessarily reflect the views of my employer.
Enjoy!
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