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Michelle Dockery

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Happy Anniversary!

Blogging is liberating.  I have never finished anything that I’ve started.  Well, it’s time for me to be loyal to myself.  Here’s to a more productive year!

 

1st Blogging Anniversary

Blogging is for me.

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Women and men in the crowd meet and mingle. Yet with itself every soul standeth single. – Alice Carey

Always Strive To Improve Yourself

“It is not fair to ask of others what you are not willing to do yourself.”

– Eleanor Roosevelt

 

 

My equality is a state of mind. When I value my self worth, I am comfortable with the achievements and the well-being of my friends and associates.  No symptoms of a punctured ego occur as I avoid criticizing others or making demands I don´t want to fulfill myself.

On occasion my self-confidence wavers.  Big tasks may haunt me.  Or visit me when I least expect it.  To sometimes lack self-assurance is a facet of the human condition.  I must remember that life is purposeful and the events involving me are by design.

May I not pass any task off to another when I face situation I fear that seem more than I can handle. I will remember that I am not given a task for which I am not prepared. For my growth to be complete I will not pass on activities that I need to experience personally.

To fulfill my part of life´s bargain I must do my own growing TODAY!

Day 8

Day 8

One faces the future with one´s past.

– Pearl S. Buck

 

I am not divorced from my past.  I am in company with it forever, and it acquaints me with the present.  My reponses today reflect my experiences yesterday.  And those roots rest in the past.

Every day offers me preparation for the future, for the lessons to come, without which I´d not offer my full measure to the design which contains my development.

My experiences, past and present, are not coincidental.  I am introduced to those experiences that are consistent with my talents and the right lessons designated for the part I am requested to play in life.  I can remember that no experience will attract me that are beyond my capabilities to handle.

All is well.  I´m ready for whatever comes today. My yesterdays have prepared me.

180 Days

6 months to go.

6 months to go.

Dispicable Me?

Happy!

I’ve noticed that blogging isn’t as simple as it once seemed to me.  Word Press is such a wonderful place to begin.  It’s a very serious scene. Talking, sharing, daring and show casing whatever one can conceive with the mind. Plain and simple it’s more work than I imagined or expected.  Somehow “I want” this work, but I’m having a hard time settling for whatever I prepare.  Simply put, I am presently my own worse critic and I can’t help it.

Most certainly!

Most certainly!

Don’t get me wrong. I’m laughing at myself as I discover what stares back at me from the mirror. I like what I see. I guess I’ve fallen in love with myself.

My mind is churning after too many years of hibernating.  It is no longer shallow, but fathomless. I love what’s happening.  The side effects are beautiful and obvious to anyone who knows me.

Google search

Google search

The worst aspect is that my mind has become wise and sinister.  Yes like Angelina’s wallpaper image.  I feel an increased power spurt brimming from within me. Oh it’s terrifying and amazing at the same time.  Excuse me but I’m having a great time!

To be fair, learning this craft whilst maintaining originality isn’t difficult when sharing to benefit you my reader.  So please note, I haven’t forgotten to blog, instead I am undergoing a metamorphosis that isn’t complete but all unfamiliar to me.  Whenever I am sure that each blog will benefit my readers then each post will become stronger and more consistent.

Thank you for following me and Happy Valentine’s Day!

A wish for YOU!

A wish for YOU!

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Writing Here, Writing Now

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Open

A healing heart,

Loved at every turn,

The hard case is disintegrating,

Melting away to expose me,

Gleaming brightly.

Happier now,

An open mind,

No longer lost,

This is my time!

Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now

Barbie’s Electric Car

I played it off as dumb and boring.  Deep down inside I craved to get into my cousin’s electric car.  Her gift for Christmas.  Electronic games, clothing and dolls were all my parents could afford or wanted to buy.  They wondered who would be crazy enough to spend five hundred dollars or more on a car their child would outgrow in days and weeks.  So I knew that I’d never get a gift like my cousin’s car.

At a family gathering, my sister had quite boldly got into the brand new jeep to test drive it. And then became our cousin’s designated passenger.  I stood staring at them and soaked up every pleasure that could be had from their shrieks, smiles and laughs.  Jealousy oozed from my eyes as I just stood there watching them have a great time.  I still regret not climbing in when they got tired of it, but my excuse was simple.  My parents couldn’t afford it and so I shouldn’t even waste another moment thinking about it.

If I could rewind the clock, I would’ve sat inside and taken it for a spin.  Today I am too big to fit inside any of them.  I would have probably gotten one, but I just accepted whatever my parents said.  You see my parents usually gave me whatever I asked for but I waived that beautiful privilege.  Oh how ridiculous! Oh I hate how responsible I was as a child when I think of how much fun I could have had racing down our yard or around the driveway in my very own electronic car. I would have worn that electronic battery down, down, down.  Yeah I’ve got a wild streak in me, when I let it out.

Oh well, back then I supported my parent’s decision not to talk or discuss anything that  would be too expensive by finding fault with the toy.  I really played tough on the outside, but inside that little girl wanted to get inside and drive that car.