Don’t Try –

Today, I saw a man ride a grocery cart like the devil down the street. He was most likely homeless and dressed in a sparkly black and red shirt, but he rode that shopping cart fast and with tons of pride as if it were the Winter Olympics Bobsled. Success or daily success is all relative. To some its breathing to others it’s writing at least 5 pages of that new script or novel. And to some of us its pretending you’re in the winter olympics bob sled competition on an unnamed Los angles street.

In other words be happy at whatever you do or try to do.

Do it well.

Like Bukowski’s gravestone says “Don’t Try”

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"Don’t Try"

Today, I saw a man ride a grocery cart like the devil down the street. He was most likely homeless and dressed in a sparkly black and red shirt, but he rode that shopping cart fast and with tons of pride as if it were the Winter Olympics Bobsled.
Success or daily success is all relative. To some its breathing to others it's writing at least 5 pages of that new script or novel. And to some of us its pretending you're in the winter olympics bob sled competition on an unnamed Los angles street.

In other words be happy at whatever you do or try to do.

Do it well.

Like Bukowski's gravestone says “Don't Try”

-xo CV

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Living in Alfred Hitchcock’s Head

Quick note about a film that’s kind of dear to me. I recently discovered that this Alfred Hitchcock film “The Family Plot” (his last film) was shot at my current home way back when! At least a few scenes were shot my place, which is pretty exciting for me, since I am a huge Hitchcock fan.
I know, it’s not that noteworthy but it’s a neato fact nevertheless.

It’s kind of interesting how one place can mean one thing to a person but something else completely different to another.

Link: The Family Plot on IMDB

Have a great weekend.

xo

CV