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Hump Day

Hump Day. Bump day. Life in a cycle. Riding a tricycle. Need three wheels to stay grounded. Three points of connection to keep from falling. Instability. Insecurity. Wish I could just write a clever little ditty. Send it off to a high-powered executive and, in return, receive a handsome check that’ll pay off my debt.

In financial jail while living in a “free” world. Toiling, toiling. A kettle never quite boiling.

A kid knocks on my door. Not my kid. Perhaps trying to persuade me never to have my own. The dog is, for now, more than enough. Even he doesn’t receive the attention he deserves.

So much time spent for such minimal returns. But to pull myself in another direction, now, is hard to imagine. Need to establish something here before setting the wheels of change further in motion.

The girl’s smile makes it all worthwhile. A menial job made otherwise lighthearted and meaningful. She lights up my world. And she has no idea. Well, she might have a feeling, or an inkling, a woman’s intuition brilliantly twinkling.

Words I want to write are nowhere to be found. Massaging these sentences from the hard, unwilling muscles of my fingers. Nothing flowing freely but the river and the time.

Always the time flows on, and I suppose we’re all flowing right along, whether we like it or not, and whether we choose to submit or try our darnedest to resist.

Love is still all around. Must live with the intention to help myself and the people around me, both near and far. Can’t let these current circumstances kill my happiness, or my positivity. Do not be overly concerned with “who I am.” Just be.

Currents ebb and flow like the sea. Those who practice resistance rarely succeed. They struggle and struggle against a power so great and so patient and so everlasting that it can never be beaten. But it is not dead-set on winning, or on being a “champion,” in our mainstream sense of the word. It will gladly accept your participation. It’s more than willing to cooperate and coexist. It’s not about winning. It’s about living.


  1. Hello Tucker, I must say that this article is very helpful and inspirational. We all have those hump days in our lives and sometimes even without the reason. You are right when you say that girl’s smile can do a lot, that is true. Thank you for sharing your story and experience, let upcoming days be full of joy and happiness.

    1. Thanks very much! I can’t think of much that has the same effect as a woman’s smile and warm embrace when your day hasn’t quite gone as you’d hoped! 

  2. Hi Tucker! I like your writing style and the array of different topics you touched in such a short post. Introducing them and smoothly moving on to the next.

    There’s one point that grabbed my attention and it’s concerning the attention that kids need. Hope many more human beings thought like you, not bringing children to this world if they don’t intend to devote attention to them.

    1. Thanks for your thoughtful comment Henry! I recognize that it’s nearly impossible to understand what it’s like to be a parent until you actually are one, but I think we can talk about techniques for raising children long before we actually have them waddling around our homes! 

  3. I like your site and this post in particular brings me good memories. I read a good book when I was in high-school and the author had this style. Wasn’t it you by any chance? I have been reading some of the other things on your site too and I like the variety of subjects you’re interested in. We have similar interests. I’ve bookmarked to continue reading your new content.

    1. Thanks Ann! I don’t know if the book you read was one of mine, but you might be interested in some of my books if you like this writing style. The ‘Reflections from My 25th Year‘ title would be the first that I’d recommend. If you do get your hands on a digital copy (via that link above) or a physical copy (available here on Amazon), I’d love to hear your review thoughts when you get a chance to read it. Thanks again! 

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