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Tonight . . .
Wrap yourself in
moonbeams,
softly close your eyes,
listen to the stars,
they’re singing
whispered lullabies.
Let the night
embrace you,
let it hold you near,
and sleep, sleep –
sleep in peace,
the morn is drawing near.
Waltz through twinkling stardust,
dance amongst your dreams,
catch a shooting star
while you dream a little dream.
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1881-1973
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Actually, you CAN
It’s in those moments we find our strength . . .
That little voice inside your head
says just give up, you can’t do this.
Not strong enough, not brave enough,
not smart enough for this.
You can’t
That voice? It doesn’t belong to you.
The only thing you cannot do
is believe anything it says
that’s the only thing you cannot do.
You CAN
Silence it, ignore it
tell it to go away.
Every time is says give up,
do it anyway.
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The Three of Us
We’ve been through a lot this year, the three of us. We managed to make it though the ups and downs, the triumphs and the failures, the joys and the heartaches. Most of the time I think we made a pretty good team.
Sure, we had moments when we were at odds with each other, but for the most part, I’d say we handled things fairly well.
When one of us broke down, the others were there to help pick up the pieces.
I know I couldn’t have done it alone.
We experienced so much together. It’s been a rough year in many ways, glorious in others. The pain we’ve been through, both physical and emotional, might have broken us if we hadn’t had someone to lean on. Some days it was too much and we tried to push each other away, preferring the company of misery, but we stuck right by each other’s side until there wasn’t room enough for that particular guest to stay.
Because of our bond, we are here, whole and unshattered. Maybe a little jagged around the edges, but life can do that to a person. We always try to remind each other to look for beauty in everything, to find whatever lessons can be learned, and to grow from every experience we have. We never let each other lose faith, we know everything about each other; our hopes and dreams, our sorrows and fears, and we love each other for them and through them and despite them, even when we forget to love ourselves, we love each other.
I’m sorry if I don’t always give you the recognition you deserve, it’s something I’m working on, but you know that, after all, we share everything.
I’m never alone.
We’re never alone, the three of us, Me, Myself, and I.
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Be the ONE
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I Must Decide, but How?
I have a decision to make, it’s not a life altering one, but my choice will effect my family. I’ve been weighing the pros and cons of each option, and the weight of this burden is suffocating. It shouldn’t be this difficult.
Both are things I must do, both have value. Why is it so hard to choose?
I know choosing one over the other will have repercussions, consequences I will have to face and I’m prepared to face them, but it’s like grasping hold of a double edged sword, praying I can balance its weight without injury.
Do I do what is best for my family or do I do what is best for me? An unanswerable question because when I do what is best for me, I am better equipped emotionally and mentally to care for my family, and when I do what is best for them, it fills me with a sense of fulfillment which in turn leaves me emotionally and mentally satisfied.
I know what I should do. I know what I want to do, but I want to do what I should do almost as much as I should do what I want to. The very fact that this makes perfect sense to me makes me wonder if I am overthinking this whole thing.
I could push myself and attempt both, but if I do, I fear I may not be capable of giving the time and attention required to do either to the best of my ability and my efforts will be in vain.
I don’t know what to do.
On one hand, the house really needs to be cleaned up, on the other hand, I just want to lock myself away and write.
Maybe I’ll just read a book today instead.
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It’s not an emotion, it’s a choice.
Anger. It’s nothing more than a byproduct of actual emotion, usually an emotion having not much to do with whatever your ire is focused on at any given time.
Anger is a choice. Regardless of what happens to trigger it, it is indeed a choice. How we react to a situation is always a choice. I’m not saying anger is all bad, sometimes it might even be the only choice we can make, but if we’re honest with ourselves – it usually isn’t.
As soon as we give in to it, we relinquish control. We take our power to choose, our power, and we practically gift wrap it for whoever or whatever got our panties in such a bunch. I don’t know about you, but I kind of like keeping that kind of power for myself.
That being said, I’m human. You’re human. We get pissy. We have frustrations, fears, anxieties, and all sorts of emotions that build up within us, and too often, we either don’t know how to deal with them or we try to ignore them; before we know it, BOOM – they escape, disguised as anger.
I hate when that happens. The trick is to try dealing with our true emotions, before they become something we don’t want them to be. Like I said, we’re human and when we do lose it, we have to make a concentrated effort to take control before that anger strips us of choice.
Never give your POWER away. Don’t allow yourself to be controlled by anger . . .
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#weekendcoffeeshare – If we were having coffee . . .
If we were having coffee, I would be the one with the biggest cup.
Okay, maybe not, but a girl can dream . . .
If we really were having coffee, I would be grateful for the company. I usually sip my coffee in the company of the sunbeams coming through my window and the silence filling my room. I suppose sharing my morning with a friend or two would be nice every now and again.
If you asked me how my week was, my answer would likely be short, it takes me a spell to warm up to the engagement part of conversation. I would ask you about yours and listen while you told me. I really would, listen I mean. I know a lot of folks don’t to that. They look like they are, but I’m fairly certain they would fail a pop quiz regarding all you’d just said.
Maybe that’s why I don’t always talk much, I want to save what matters to me for someone who wants to hear it. I admit, sometimes my thoughts wander a bit when someone is talking to me, it’s not intentional. Usually it’s because what they are saying is superficial or tailored to what they think I want to hear. I want the real deal, you know what I mean?
So, if we were having coffee, I’d probably be on my second cup and starting to open up a bit more. The talk would certainly be centered on Thanksgiving and shopping. I would admit to staying in my pajamas all Thanksgiving day, peeking in every once in a while on my husband in the kitchen. He does the holiday cooking around here.
There was ham, a turkey breast, (we opted not to get the big bird), mashed potatoes, deviled eggs, candied yams, stuffing, and bread rolls. Not too much, not too little. Just enough for us and the three man-children still at home. You might hear a touch of sadness in my voice. I miss my daughter. I miss the large family I grew up feasting with.
I’d change the subject if no one else had. I’d tell you I went out for dog food on Black Friday. Walmart was relatively calm, the morning madness just a memory. Of course I went to Starbucks, found a ginormous coffee cup for $49.95, snapped a photo and carefully placed it back on the shelf. The day was pretty much like any other day, except what people I did encounter were ruder, which is hard to believe, especially since the day before they were in celebration mode of all they had to be thankful for.
People are weird and somewhat confusing to me. That might be why I’m having virtual coffee with whoever happens to be reading this, and if you are, I’m glad we spent a little time together . . .
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Meet and Greet: 11/26/16
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