Saturday, May 21, 2016

Been There

So I had a great idea for a book called "Been There" and it would be full of advice for college, high school and young adults into their 30s. So much I would love to share with this big, beautiful, and sometimes frighteningly bright (sunscreen as needed) world. 
Anyhow, that got me thinking. What would you find most helpful? If you could tell your past self anything, what would it be? For me, it would be embrace the pain. Scars are the evidence of surviving what others have failed. Therefore, I should love myself as I am. 

Thursday, May 19, 2016

As You Are

I was challenged today in ways I never expected. Sure it began normal, but my own inner struggles destroyed what would have been a great day and made it unbearably hard. Then, I saw something on Facebook that just struck me, and I wanted to do the same for any of my readers that are having a bad day, like I did. So, here it goes...Don't know who out there needs this, but whoever you are, this post is for you.

Sometimes it's hard to imagine someone as fabulous and wonderful as you, can feel utterly depleted and tired. Wasted and even depressed. Things can be going great all day and suddenly there is that pesky gloom and doom inside your head again. Maybe, you just saw an otherwise innocuous picture and it triggered a land slide of sorrows that you thought you already dealt with. Perhaps, you were fine, dandy even, then "that" person messages or called. It could be that you just suddenly felt useless and that all your efforts had been wasted on meaningless things or people. Or, maybe you just can't put your finger on it, but you're upset. Feeling downtrodden. Exhausted; at the end of your rope and ready to tie a knot, but not to hang on. You know what I mean. And do you know what else I know?...this post is for you. 
This post is for you; for you to know that no matter where you've come from, regardless of what you've dealt and are dealing with, and despite your failures and are loved. You may stop me here and get emotional or even tune me out; how can I know without knowing you? Who am I, that I can say someone loves you...what right do I have to speak to you?bor, I just don't know how bad you are, once I did I would understand that no one could love you. 
Well, it may seem or be hard to accept, impossible maybe to believe. But without meeting you, without knowing your color, your country, your religion, or your preferences...I love you. I may not have seen your face, but I know what you face. All that anxiety and depression, that hurt and pain, that fear and weight, I carry it too. And I love you for carrying it with me. Through the bonds of common suffering and the comradery that it builds, I've gotten to know you. And that dread, regret, and terror you can't seem to escape no matter how hard, how fast, or how much you try...I am trying to escape it too.
So don't do anything for the next ten second, ten minutes, or ten hours; whatever it takes to settle the turmoil you're feeling. Just remember you are loved. And I may go so far as to say you are loved by many more people than you know or believe. I am one of them. So don't give up. Don't ever, ever give up. 

Thursday, May 12, 2016

Disney Villain Costume

I found my Disney Ultra Villain costume. It's edgy, yet so much of it is amazing I could literally see myself wearing this 24-7. What does your inner villain look like? 

For the history and source of the picture click here!

Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Highland Mist

Haven't written in far too long. "Blithe" would somewhat describe my attitude towards the subject over the past few months. However, I just had a transitory moment...and it all started by seeing the highland mist of Scotland. 
                  (Image from Google)

When mist caps off the mountains,
And tides put out to sea;
When aye a laugh will echo down
The craggy clefts to me...

Then he'll come a'running
A firebrand in 'is hand,
An' all the village 'ill see 'im 
The Scourge of En'my land.

A man of boar and barrel,
Brave an' broad as brim,
An' all the village a'watchin' 
Watchin' now for 'im.

The days crawl on to nightfall, 
An' night folds into morn,
So I go on a'livin,
Though my bones be worn.

U'til that far off moment 
When the hills 'ill feel 'is stride,
I'll wait forever faithful,
'is Bonnie Lass and Bride.