I think about how sometimes we falter. ****** We hesitate. We think we might be making the wrong move, so we stop ourselves. Maybe we could do better or be better. Either way, it leads us to feel like we are less than ourselves on a daily basis. Who is this “we” I… Continue reading Compassion and finding the drive
It’s such a thing to feel things. Such a magical, wondrous thing. We wonder about the things that we could be but lose ourselves when given the opportunity to try something different. Maybe it’s a new job, the chance to do something out of our element or the possibility of being something less normal than… Continue reading Blueberry
Tragedy is one of those things in which you forget to live. Forget your reason for living. Maybe you know that “life must go on” but you can’t imagine possibly doing that. How could you when you’ve lost practically everything of worth? On that note, no one expects anyone to grieve in great celebration. Because… Continue reading On losing things and people
I’m doing my best. This blogging thing can be a lot of work when you think about it too much though. So no thinking- just leaping into whatever (provided of course that the “whatever” is not gonna break any bones or anything for me). The point is that I want to do something different. Something new.… Continue reading Those grateful, happy days
It seems we have slipped into February. The short month that feels like the longest month. That time when you may or not be feeling anxious about the days ahead and the time when you wondering what it would be like to live in a more tropical location (unless you already do, then continue with… Continue reading How to take away the winter blues
So, it’s me again. Desperately trying not to be a loser but sorta kinda failing horribly. Luckily, though I am signed up to write for at least 4 websites and organizations so I guess I better get to it…tomorrow. Yeah, that happened. It happens all the time. But, I’m trying to ignore it try to… Continue reading In times of strife, we must look at the happy moments.
Everyone seems to figuring out their lives, working and doing things which make them happy. I am relatively happy, but there still is something missing. I don’t know what it is, but it’s probably the realization that I need more purpose. I have nothing to live for. No one that I would give my life… Continue reading I’m Not Alone