This week’s word is from the book Mandolin for Dummies.  I am the dummy reading that book 😊

[perfectpullquote align=”left” bordertop=”false” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]Drills.  A word that can sound so exhausting.[/perfectpullquote]

I first thought of hockey drills from when I was a young lad.  Drills can be done for singing and even getting out of bed.  Are drills just a stricter word for a daily routine?  Do we put pressure on ourselves to make our minds clean?  I must, I must does not sound so robust.   Forced acts of doing, but never with love or lust.  Singing, playing, and speaking my mind.  Things part of my drilled routine as I walk life’s line.  Is this weekly word a drill?  Sometimes this thought I wander.  I come to the conclusion that I am just diving deeper in my ponders.  Deeper and deeper I drill into my mind searching for answers to sentences ending in why.  Through this drill, I drill deeper into my soul.  Spinning through darkness and lightness while loving each for their own.  In this life you only have one drill which you must do.  You are to find a drill that makes you want to get up and be you.  The word drill will dissipate and become a thing of the past.  You will find yourself living a life you love, freedom at last.[perfectpullquote align=”right” bordertop=”false” cite=”” link=”” color=”” class=”” size=””]You will find yourself living a life you love.  Freedom at last.[/perfectpullquote]

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