It probably seemed trivial to most people, but it mattered to Tracey.

She wasn't
sure why it mattered so much to her, but she understood deep within her being that
it mattered to her. So for the 365th day in a row, Tracey sat down to eat pancakes
for breakfast.
The thing that's great about this job is the time sourcing the items involves no
traveling. I just look online to buy it. It's really as simple as that. While
everyone else is searching for what they can sell, I sit in front of my computer
and buy better stuff for less money and spend a fraction of the time doing it.
He had three simple rules by which he lived. The first was to never eat blue food.
There was nothing in nature that was edible that was blue. People often asked about
blueberries, but everyone knows those are actually purple. He understood it was one
of the stranger rules to live by, but it had served him well thus far in the 50+
years of his life.
Have you ever wondered about toes? Why 10 toes and not 12. Why are some bigger than
others? Some people can use their toes to pick up things while others can barely
move them on command. Some toes are nice to look at while others are definitely not
something you want to look at. Toes can be stubbed and make us scream. Toes help us
balance and walk. 10 toes are just something to ponder.
There were only two ways to get out of this mess if they all worked together. The
problem was that neither was all that appealing. One would likely cause everyone a
huge amount of physical pain while the other would likely end up with everyone in
jail. In Sam's mind, there was only one thing to do. He threw everyone else under
the bus and he secretly sprinted away leaving the others to take the fall without
him.
Brock would have never dared to do it on his own he thought to himself. That is why
Kenneth and he had become such good friends. Kenneth forced Brock out of his
comfort zone and made him try new things he'd never imagine doing otherwise. Up to
this point, this had been a good thing. It had expanded Brock's experiences and
given him a new appreciation for life. Now that both of them were in the back of a
police car, all Brock could think was that he would have never dared do it except
for the influence of Kenneth.
He read about a hike called the incline in the guidebook. It said it was a
strenuous hike and to bring plenty of water. “A beautiful hike to the clouds”
described one review. “Not for the faint-hearted,” said another. “Not too bad of a
workout”, bragged a third review. I thought I’d hike it when I fly in from Maryland
on my day off from the senior citizen's wellness conference. I hiked 2 miles a day
around the neighborhood so I could handle a 1.1-mile hike. What a foolish mistake
that was for a 70-year-old low-lander.
Greg understood that this situation would make Michael terribly uncomfortable.
Michael simply had no idea what was about to come and even though Greg could
prevent it from happening, he opted to let it happen. It was quite ironic, really.
It was something Greg had said he would never wish upon anyone a million times, yet
here he was knowingly letting it happen to one of his best friends. He rationalized
that it would ultimately make Michael a better person and that no matter how
uncomfortable, everyone should experience racism at least once in their lifetime.
I'm meant to be writing at this moment. What I mean is, I'm meant to be writing
something else at this moment. The document I'm meant to be writing is, of course,
open in another program on my computer and is patiently awaiting my attention. Yet
here I am plonking down senseless sentiments in this paragraph because it's easier
to do than to work on anything particularly meaningful. I am grateful for the
distraction.
I haven't bailed on writing. Look, I'm generating a random paragraph at this very
moment in an attempt to get my writing back on track. I am making an effort. I will
start writing consistently again!
There were little things that she simply could not stand. The sound of someone
tapping their nails on the table. A person chewing with their mouth open. Another
human imposing themselves into her space. She couldn't stand any of these things,
but none of them compared to the number one thing she couldn't stand which topped
all of them combined.
There was a time when he would have embraced the change that was coming. In his
youth, he sought adventure and the unknown, but that had been years ago. He wished
he could go back and learn to find the excitement that came with change but it was
useless. That curiosity had long left him to where he had come to loathe anything
that put him out of his comfort zone.
To the two friends, the treehouse was much more than a treehouse. It was a
sanctuary away from the other kids where they could be themselves without being
teased or bullied. It was their secret fortress hidden high in the branches of a
huge oak that only they knew existed. At least that is what they thought. They were
more than a little annoyed when their two younger sisters decided to turn the
treehouse into a princess castle by painting the inside pink and putting glitter
everywhere.
She put the pen to paper but she couldn't bring herself to actually write anything.
She just stared at the blank card and wondered what words she could write that
would help in even a small way. She thought of a dozen ways to begin but none
seemed to do justice to the situation. There were no words that could help and she
knew it.
It was a weird concept. Why would I really need to generate a random paragraph?
Could I actually learn something from doing so? All these questions were running
through her head as she pressed the generate button. To her surprise, she found
what she least expected to see.