I am a mad journalistic voyeur who watches people live, and write what I see, like the Truman Show, MS Word and my hands are the feed. Therefore, I bring unusual stories to our realm from who knows where; I could never divulge.
The thing is, I have grown a lot, done a lot of self-exploration, and I have come to the determination that I am no longer the one who serves others. I'm not as much a giver, or fool, as I used to be. I now feel the need to feed my needs, and handle things differently. I feel the need to write and get stuff outta my system.
Balance should be the new theme for 2018, people. There are 365 new days ahead, starting Monday, and we really need to understand what we're manifesting.
The #MeToo social media posts these past weeks brought up a lot of serious stories and issues to talk about. I'm not writing this blog to complain, nor am I writing it as an excuse; it is an issue that everyone will talk about for a long time.
A Freestyle Poem about true family.
Family members fighting after a death is ridiculous. It's as if their parent's death brought them back to how they were as children. They miss their parent, and they have a right to. Let's trek that selfish wire, shall we?
Communication, and trust; once you have those elements, your relationship will be richer, and freer. Why do we humans seek perfection in people when we know we're not perfect? ...comfort is not why we're all here, is it? We're here to live, and what does living entail? ...we clamp ourselves into these cages that never truly keep us safe; they only hinder us. Join them on that journey; be strong for them, not against them. See for yourself where they're headed, as living is the ultimate adventure for us all.
One thing I have come to learn, after buying my first home recently, is there are scammers out there with your information that try to skim money off of you by posing as legitimate agencies providing important services, or documentation.
We've all been there; wondering whether we're ever going to see the light at the end of the tunnel, just like my friend is. When it rains, it pours, they say.
This post isn't about me, it's about a friend who has been continuously rejected by prospective employers. Is it a bad thing to have someone who's larger than life in your office? I'm caught in a paradox with her... the 'every man for himself' mentality is broken, and should die off.
She puts value in things I will forget easily, and never retrieve from my mind again... She holds onto the memory of a rose, but not a representation of it. She holds onto everything fleeting, and nothing that lasts forever.
The house is coming together, and it's starting to feel more and more like home every day.
I remember where I was during 9/11, and now I have these other disasters to remember. I didn't have anyone attached to Harvey, or 9/11, but I had a couple friends who rode out Irma at home, and survived, thankfully.
Ocean water, on all three sides, including swamps and wetlands, the storm surges alone will be catastrophic as this behemoth surges into shore. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and Mother Earth is angry...
... trolling isn't going to help someone make a better decision; it will cause unneeded discord, and negative emotions to run rampant amongst a bunch of people feeling the need to gang-up on and bully some innocent person who just asked a simple question, and was looking for a simple answer.
I have a purpose; a message to tell. I have tried to understand my complexity as a fiction writer for a long time... I have so many messages going through my head, and I need to expel them in order to not manifest them in my own life.
We all have that one friend, you know who that is; the one who tends to like to stir the pot, likes to make sure they are included somehow, and makes sure they get some of the spotlight.
Those who know me, know that I am many things. I have to admit that I suffered an identity crisis for a long time because I had no idea where to go, or what to do with my life.
As a new homeowner, I am coming to terms with a new lifestyle, and am going through a transition period.
Remember, one must make it through the dark to recognize the light.
In essence, I have come to find my blood family to be intermixed with lies, deceptions, and issues that go beyond blood relation; they are pinning me as the core of problems in the family, and I have done nothing to warrant that reaction.
...my life is mirroring one expression everyone's heard at least once in their lives: So much to do, so little time.
Soul Searching, a daring journey that so few of us take. It's not easy to fathom the results, and when they do arise, half the time, we are stumped, happier, or disappointed.
They say blood is thicker than water, but I beg to differ. Blood colors water red, and for that, since all blood does the same thing to water, no matter what DNA is mixed in with it, Blood means nothing when it comes to biological family, and the family you choose to keep close. I choose love, first and foremost.
I just felt it was a low blow to me that even an apology, or an acceptance of my having a human senility moment wasn't good enough. Just one picture... One sentence, and a close relationship is toast.
What the ego tells me is if I help my mother find her freedom, which she only half-wants, I am being selfish, and mean. Am I, really?
...I've been out of sync, and have had no clue what's going on. I have not been in control of my schedule as I like to be, and I have felt all over the place for about a year now.
...there has to be a way for those individuals who don't fit the norm to live fulfilling lives, don't you agree?
... having tons of phone calls in one hour is what keeps me working, and most good workers call that job security; however, to a sensitive, that can be an hour of hell.
I guess that's it; why I had a deep, but fruitless sleep last night... I just didn't want to wake up.
...I'm back, and I have things to say now, so feel free to start watching my blog, once again!
Sometimes, losing a friend can feel like your stuck in a dank, dark tunnel alone... In the Labyrinth, everything is temporary...
The answer lies in self-exploration... Healing is not easy, and it was never meant to be... We are made to feel, so don't be afraid... Fear is a strong emotion, but don't let it take over; change it's chemistry.
Children are not the only important beings out there. There are enough charities and programs to help children. Now, we need to help their future parents!
When a lie is told, it comes out of nowhere, and spreads like wildfire because it's so out of left field, making it sensational, and highly powerful.
...before you think you know what your sister is talking about when she sends a text spelling out that her underwear walked out the door last night, ask her what she meant ...
Things are happening, people, and I suggested we send out love for one another today, as it is Valentine's Day after all.
...blood is thicker than water, but it's still not enough to keep the ties strong.
I took in a friend, to help her heal and move on from an abusive family, and now mine is against me. How often does this sort of thing happen? I have done nothing wrong, and yet, I am watching those family members in question hurt my mother. I am unable to do anything about … Continue reading Philanthropist Horrors
We, the people, will... attain our government back from the rich to never rule in this country again! You can count on that!
...one worry with my being a writer for a company is whether I will lose my luster as a writer.
I'm the type who gets agitated through the day because I'm constantly interrupted by people, things, or issues.
I certainly hope I'm not alone in seeing these patterns and changes, as I feel like I'm living in the Twilight Zone.
...body shaming is not something that should define us or rule us as a species.
Has it seemed like the longest week to any of you?
It's scary when you think about it all, that each morning could be devastating to someone, where something passed in the House/Senate that could change a person's life forever.
We are great people, so let's let the world know just how strong we are, even in the face of such adversity.
Never forget, guilt trips only have power when the victim allows himself/herself to be vulnerable, and give power to person dishing it out.
We all dread that news; ya know, the news where something unexpected happened to someone you know. Just yesterday, I was told news that sent chills up my spine all the way up to the hairline-
No journey worth going on is easy, no journey of self-exploration is without a beginning fraught with fear. Fear it, you should at first, as all of us fear dealing with our dark sides. I know, I've dealt with mine, and she's quite the defiant cookie.
I know I can't have my paradise in an old-folks home, so I must create it for myself.
I have been focused on a lot ot things recently, as life, once again, gets in the way of what I originally meant to get going on.
Perfection does not exist within us, only in the things we do. Those who see others AS perfection are fools, and should step off their soap boxes.
I am tired of seeing every little thing complained about with the generations behind me. It's not easy living these days because soon, we're not going to be allowed to touch each other, let alone be in the same room without being called harassers. The boundaries are just a little too thick these days, and soon, no one's going to be able to physically interact while on the job, or otherwise.