“You get what you get, and you don’t get upset.” This phrase, first brought to me years ago by my preschool aged daughter, validated my complacent mindset. Whether it was my upbringing, my generation’s influence, or insecurities, I’ve learned not to ask for more and to simply accept what I have. For example, when I … Continue reading But Did you ask
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Control
Realizing that most things I worry and beat myself up over are out of my control is freeing. Having the understanding that we all have our own lives to live – every one of us in the same boat – figuring it out, gives me a peaceful feeling.
Slow Burn – Happy Mother’s Day
Time’s gentle theft produces a slow burn of imperceptible change that’s hard to notice until it’s already happened.
Hope
And, although many times I’m left thinking someone has false hope or their situation is hopeless, I also remember that I don’t know better than the hopeful one.
Will You Miss This House?
I’ll miss the old times whether we are still in this house or not.
Someone Else’s Memories
While I was going through this exercise, it sadly occurred to me that, not only are the people gone, but that their memories, the stories that they didn’t tell, are gone too.
Gray Hair and Minvans
Why was I denying that very important part of my life?
What Ifs
We only have now, and the real tragedy is wasting it by trying to rewrite the past.
The Timeline to 50 – Toys, Gadgets, and Resiliency
Back when I was a child in the 1970s, I enjoyed playing with the typical toys of that time, my View Master, Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls, my beloved Mrs. Beasley, the Fisher Price Little People, and the Little Professor Calculator. Hours were spent being entertained in front of a black & white television with … Continue reading The Timeline to 50 – Toys, Gadgets, and Resiliency
Worry in the Morning, Worry in the Evening, Worry at Suppertime
Stressed! Nervous! The road to nowhere! That’s where worrying gets you. It’s a dead-end road I’ve been turning down most of my life. I worried about my family, I worried about my friends and I worried about everything. I felt like my worry would protect those I loved. In my teenaged years, I lived with … Continue reading Worry in the Morning, Worry in the Evening, Worry at Suppertime