What’s the most fun way to exercise?
*bass drum*
*put your hands up*
I never knew there was a love like this before…
If you sang that line, you better hop over to your playlist, hit play, and start dancing.
Big noise!
#humpday

…actually, why not?
What’s the most fun way to exercise?
*bass drum*
*put your hands up*
I never knew there was a love like this before…
If you sang that line, you better hop over to your playlist, hit play, and start dancing.
Big noise!
#humpday
How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?
Slow down. Breathe. Enjoy the sunshine. Go swim. See the sights. Connect with that person.
Do that thing you always wanted to do.
If you can’t, what’s holding you back? Figure that out.
Then go and find out which underpaid single mother already did what you always wanted to do, and follow her lead.
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Daily Affirmations, if wanted:
• Your life is a garden: Water what nourishes, remove what poisons, and be mindful of the weeds, they pop up regularly.
• Grow at your own pace. There’s only one you.
• Rest well: It takes time to recuperate, and you need it, body and soul.
• Take that time off you’ve been meaning to take, and do something positive you genuinely enjoy.
• Give people their flowers when they’re around to receive them.
• Be a good friend. That sometimes means saying, “Thus far and no further,” and meaning it.
• Boundaries: Yours and others. Respect them.
• Read at least one book of fiction every year. You don’t have to tell anybody about it. Just enjoy the experience.
• Find that music album Younger You loved and listen to it all the way through.
© 2025 threegoodwords
#humpday
How has technology changed your job?
If you ever yelled at a radio dj because they started talking exactly when they shouldn’t, and so ruined a perfect recording of your favourite new song, then this question is probably a bit tricky because where to even begin…
#oldschool

A riff, iconic
SoCal boy band new and young
Time has disappeared
© 2021 threegoodwords
trumpets sound
smooth velvet
that bass, electric
plucking deep down
and you know
that particular voice
hot and warm
that’s lived real and long
will fill the silence
with earth-bound sound
all heart and soul
percussions slipping round
around, cresting raw
on the black/white keys
a sax peaking high
the chorus cheering on
vinyl spinning, gleaming
and suddenly the whole bus is singing
Don’t you know I’ve got to find me a home
right now in your heart?
and that rhythm
takes you right out of the blues.
god, that sound.
nothing beats that sound.
© 2016 threegoodwords
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