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!
“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!
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.
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.
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 healing heart,
Loved at every turn,
The hard case is disintegrating,
Melting away to expose me,
An open mind,
No longer lost,
This is my time!
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.