If you have been on my Facebook page lately, you may have seen when I posted: “You so busy chatting and judging Eve, when you still have a couple of apple cores caught in your throat.” Now this post came from a place of frustration, but it is still true. People…people…it is 2019 and we must-by now-know better.
A few months back, I wrote a blog post about forgiveness and how important it was. And though I promised myself to write part two, I just couldn’t. Writing for me is very personal and even when I try not to, parts of me still get engrained into my words, which made writing on forgiveness near impossible. I understood the forgiveness theory and yes, I guess I could have tied and twisted words together and made it pretty, but that is not my style. I believe that words are powerful, and they hold strength, so if I can’t give it to you straight and honestly I am not going to…
this is when I realized that life is really too short, and sometimes I am going to have to step out of my comfort zone and approach topics that I may not be 100% comfortable with. Topics like these are not results of races ran or trophies that line my walls. These are topics that I have to face every day, similar to everyone else [and if you don’t face them to some degree every day, then you are either super amazing or you lie to yourself a little too much for an adult].
We should be able to wake up from what should have been a long rested night, with the ability to tell the people who we were destined to interact with, that today is not the day. There should be a Hallmark card for this, I would volunteer to help them create and deliver these cards. .....These days are essentially my way of screaming for an emotional flush…..
Forgive me, it has been a while since I have written and I am still retraining my thoughts to bounce around my brain in some sequential order; clearly it is a work in progress.
I wonder how many of us live similar lives to this character. How many of us are surrounded by people who have accepted the roles that society have dished out and who try to break us into the pre described molds. Are we haunted with dreams/nightmares where we keep reaching out to a hidden image of ourselves, slightly out of reached, but blocked by negative energy, limitations and our own fears? I think that the path to self-discovery is not always paved with roses, sometimes there are boulders and detours along the way.
I had this big idea to write about Fathers today, you know a few paragraphs to highlight the Dads that I know. For this year, like every other year, Father’s day gets little to no attention, whereas Mother’s day gets a whole explosion of promotion. But for some reason I am just not motivated to write this today, I do promise to pay it proper attention before Father’s day though. So today I am going to see what thought is trying to escape the padded walls of my brain and let them do their own dance on the keyboard, not too sure where this is going to go (no I…