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Extra Days

There are not enough hours in the day. That’s what a lot of people say. I personally think that there just aren’t enough days in the week. Extra days in a week add the opportunity to work. Extra hours in a day add the opportunity to sleep.

I’ve been trying to figure out what should I be doing on this blog. The number one that comes to mind is, keep writing. No one likes an empty blog! It’s like watching web pages load on a dial-up connection.

I’ve got to be interesting, number two. I can be a very smart and entertaining guy in my own head, but what happens when those thoughts start to fall out spontaneously into the blogosphere? I’ll conquer those fears as they come, which leads to number three…

Keep it real. There’s a card I keep on my desk from my niece which reads: “Real doesn’t just happen. Real’s something you have to work hard to become. Real’s something you have to work hard to remain.” I’ve had my ups and downs in life, and the key factor through those triumphs and failures has been taking responsibility for the choices I’ve made. Those who know me well know that I’m a risk taker. When you own up to something, good or bad, that’s keeping it real. Recognize your favors and your faults, because everyone else does.

Bear with me as this blog evolves. I can’t give all of me in one fell swoop. I’m a work in progress. I have a lot of friends in a lot of different walks of life. That’s part of the Loupy D vibe. Like the name suggests, there are a lot of circles in my life; from the red blood cells squeezing through my veins to the cycles which govern universal law, I recognize the oneness of us all. I recognize the beauty of the written word and it’s power to initiate peace and unity, and I just so happen like to write. No, I’m passionate about writing, and with this blog I’m kindling a flame to start a fire where we can all gather around and sing Kumbay-…

Wait! Let me slow it down y’all. This is just one point in the circle. I’m sure in time this blog will expand, and more reasons to keep it going will come in the making. I’m sure it will ripple with other circles out there. Maybe the purpose of this blog will grow out of my hands. I won’t get any extra days in my week, but I will dedicate more of my days to being a better writer.

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Morning habits

Like a lot of people, I have trouble getting out of my bed in the morning and doing the things that stimulate my body and mind. I’ve got the soul part down though; I’ll get up to pray and then get back in bed to meditate on what I should be doing next. My bed is a notorious motivational killer.

Exercise is great in the morning. It gets the blood flowing, and your heart gets a nice jump start for the day. It’s similar to warming up the car after it’s been resting all night. All the juices get to flow to the vital parts, and when they’re all happy, VROOM! The same applies to writing. I can’t tell you how many writing warm-up exercises I’ve learned over the past couple of years, and I learned that they are certainly useful. They definitely get the brain juices gushing, and a certain sense of satisfaction takes over as I see what started out as pointless scribbling become the basis for something deeper to develop over time, or the output of a bunch of junk that was cluttering the creative compartments of my cranium.

My problem is sticking to a routine. I do freelance work, and every week holds a new series of tasks and destinations for me to schedule around my life. Add to this the distraction of social media apps, readily available to prolong bed time by allowing me to scroll, swipe and tag things that appeal to my senses of righteousness, humor and attraction, and there created is a formula for complacency.

There is no excuse for merely thinking about getting out of the bed. I need to round out the nourishment that my body and spirit needs to exist optimally. Every opportunity missed is an opportunity to build upon what could be a healthy, lifelong habit. My mentors and doctor can’t be wrong. Well I guess they could be, but after all, I have put faith in these people to tell me what’s good for me because I chose them to do just that. All I have to do now is follow their advice. Simple, right? Yes, but I am one who needs to be pushed. I had a trainer, but now I can’t afford one. I used to write in my journal everyday, but some days it just seems pointless to write.

This blog has a purpose. I meditate about this blog when I’m lying on my ultra premium pillow top mattress. I struggle with topics and what I want to share, but today meditation turned into action. I pushed myself, and it feels great. This is one less thing that I need to stop beating myself in the head for not doing. The next thing is finding that push to get on the bike or taking a hike around the neighborhood, but as for now my cranium needs to enjoy some of the oxygen that’s coming in after this long exercise. Peace to you all, and get out of bed!

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Launching

I’ve been talking about doing this for the longest time and now here it is. This isn’t my first blog though. I had a brief stint on Blogger for a while and I found out the hard way that I wasn’t ready to put my thoughts out on prime time Internet, when a psychologist tried to repair a rift in an old wound that opened up between me and an ex-girlfriend after she had read one of my posts. I had to shut it down.

Three years later, I am compelled to bring life as I live it to the screen once again. I want to thank Antioch University’s MFA Creative Writing Program for giving me the heart to write once again. Wait…I take that back. Going to Antioch got me back into the habit of writing again. I lost the heart to write ten years ago, after another ex-girlfriend read my journal. She read all the things I wrote about how angry I was about her calling me excessively and somehow always figuring out my email passwords and pager codes. Did she have reason to be snooping? Of course she had her suspicions, but all her fears of me cheating stem back to the woman I started seeing after one of our breakups, and of course there is more to that story than I care to get in to right now, but anyone who keeps a journal knows the feeling of violation when our thoughts are read by the uninvited. I stopped writing altogether. There were some rotten stakes in our dilemma, and I couldn’t risk sharing my soul on the surface of the page, as I’d done most everyday since I started journaling in 1983. Five long years after she’d left the picture, my most trusted companion sat abandoned in the bottom of a box packed after she and I split.

I need to make this relationship right again. I need to write again. I need to get that passion to write reworked into a frenzy, and I need a million ideas to come flying out of the whirlwind of words that I once used, and I want again to become acquainted with the feeling of power that those distinct elements of language induce.

I was blessed enough to have been able to use my word force to contribute to the excellent journalism of hip hop during the Golden Era. I used the pen name Loupy D for a dozen years to sign off on all the interviews, record, book and DVD reviews, and other commentary I wrote for independent and national magazines from 1991 to 2003. Before the Internet took over, we read magazines and newspapers to be informed. The title of my blog – Loupy D in the 21st Century – is purposed to bring my analog insistence into this digital existence and see what it do. Life is interesting again, and I feel like I need to share it with everybody. I invite you to comment, share and just come say hello. There’s a lot more to come. I don’t know what the next day might bring, but I’ll do my best to keep it interesting and keep you coming back…I promise you!