A Reason to Write.
I started this blog with good intentions.
To share my experiences in hopes of letting others know they are not alone.
To discover answers about life, because I see more clearly when I write.
And to ground myself, by making this blog my point of contact. My touch down to reality.
But over these past three years I . . .
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I feel like I have a little secret today (or maybe two).
It’s my Birthday.
And it is my one year anniversary at my job.
But no one at work knows... so in essence, today feels like just another day.
However, in honor of my secret I have decided to name today “Happy Day”. A day not about me, but about . . .
Posted in: my journal
Today I want to start.
Yesterday I wanted to start too.
And the day before that I definitely wanted to start!
But sadly I did not.
But today I am determined.
Sitting at our kitchen table, window open, Spring trees a bloom, listening to the birds chirp loudly, with just 35 minutes before I have to walk back to work...
I . . .
Finding happy in the ordinary of every day...
Boy does it take work to live it, breathe it, and not be at war with it!
It's taken me much work to discover that everything I need, want, or could ever hope for is right under my nose.
Spent looking for that magical something that will make me happy.
Wishing for a tomorrow that never . . .
A Deconstruction of Time
Time is not a race.
It's not even a thing.
In fact it's a completely made up, fabricated entity brought into materialization for the soul purpose of differentiating a moment.
It's mans way of making sense of our existence. Our need for structure, for walls, for different compartments, for boxes. Because . . .
Laying my mind to rest
I just want to let go.
Free my mind.
Take life by the horns again... I am a Taurus after all!
Let myself play and experiment.
Write because it makes me feel good. Allow my thoughts an escape, my words to be seen. Even if they make no sense to someone else. Even if they benefit only me.
I want . . .
Releasing my inner voice
From a very young age I learned the difference between being seen, verses being heard. I discovered that unless I open my mouth to say something people will assume what I am thinking just by looking at me.
This realization hit me one day when I was perhaps 6 or 7 years of age. I was at a family function desperately wanting to . . .