So what’s been happening in your world? I really need to get busy making some sort of schedule for my homeschool. I have a general idea of what to do and how to do it, but I would like something for me to refer to in cases of need.
I have also been trying to “spring clean” around the house. That is great but what to do with all the things you actually decide to clean out of somewhere? Sell it, hide it somewhere else, or sale it. Maybe donate it since that is something I like to do. Giving gives you all kinds of benefits. First, it makes you feel good, it helps another, and it does good. Secondly, if you cant use it, someone somewhere will. It is a good notion and an act of kindness. My trouble is where to put the things cleared out until I give them away. I always end up with things in boxes instead of away from the house. Oh well, I will figure it out.
Also, I have been thinking of doing another book of poetry. Not sure if that will happen this year with all that is on my plate already. We shall see.
I hope you all are doing well and staying healthy. I just wanted to say “Hello” and touch base a little. I appreciate all the follows, likes, and shares.
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Yesterday, I was shocked to have a comment on one of my posts accusing me of trying to take someone’s husband. It got me to thinking. First, it was totally out of place and I did not know the person. I was thinking to myself how quickly we blow up sometimes. Sometimes we do not take a moment in silence and in thought really thinking about the whole realm of something. Often we are hotheaded and tempered by something we had previously been insecure about all on our own. More than not, we accept this as normal reactions. I do not think that is true. I think we draw up scenarios in our minds, we replay things over and over, and we let them pray on our minds. Often we lose that critical perspective. We can sometimes only see our own version of something. We should change this.
I reacted in a poem, a quote, a post to something that happened to me yesterday. I was reacting to that person I did not know and hoping to appeal to her better nature. I could not had been sure of her even reading my posts, poem, or quote. What was I thinking? She had clearly seen something in her own head, and if she blew up at a complete stranger for asking her husband what his comment would had been, she was clearly not going to come to reason with a nudge or two from me. For all I know she blocked her husband from even seeing my posts. I bet since she used an email to publicly comment on my post, she did not even have an account with WordPress. So chances are she did not even know anything was directed to her. Often I think we try to reach out to someone but we fail miserably. I would probably had only invoked her anger if she had of read anything from yesterday, and not what I wanted, her understanding.
The lesson here I am trying to come to is that we often react in a hastily manner, not fully thinking out what it is we really want to convey. Instead of being heard and understood, we often invoke anger and bitterness. Maybe we incur more hostility. Or better yet, we get totally ignored. Maybe even things get escalated to a whole new level. I am not a psychologist and I do not pretend to have all the answers, but one thing I have learnt from just life, is we all overreact, we all play a blame game, we all go about things incorrect at times. Should we try to slow our roll, I think so!
Maybe if you were able to follow my mind, which moves 100 miles an hour when writing, you gathered something helpful from this. Perhaps you can’t understand anything I tried to write. I hope you have a good day and I hope we are more gentle in our interactions with others. That is all.
When I think back on my life, the fifty some years I have been alive on this earth, I have many things that I hold in thought. I think of being adopted, first and foremost. I would not say being adopted made me, but it sure shaped my opinions, my ideas, my motives, at times, and so forth.
One of the reasons I write is because i have a lot of things inside this brunette haired head. I have always used my writing be it by pen and paper, or by typing, as a form of therapy. I have never been to someone for therapy and frankly I am not in favor of doing that, as it pertains to me, I have however, seen those who are so much happier and better for going to see someone in the therapy business. I do believe it can and does help some. I for myself, choose to let God and myself deal with my own issues.
Thinking of my life, I mentioned being adopted. Adoption has many outcomes. Some are painful, some are great, and some adoptions are just so-so. Like with everything in life, adoption is not a guarantee that a person will be happy or fulfilled. It does not discriminate between person’s of any particular race or creed. I believe adoption is like either a means to better predicament, or perhaps someone’s dream in that they wished to be adopted, or maybe it gives hope where hope was lost. If adoption is done right and with open minds, I believe there is much potential for a better life, a more loving one, and a more stable future. I’m not here to just write about adoption, all though to know some of the reason’s why I write, one might need to understand, that I was adopted.
For me pain was a pen. It was the means to get things off of my chest, from around my heart, and out from inside my mind. My pen has always been emotion. I write because I am empathetic and a very sensitive person. I can almost feel another’s plight o their pain. Sometimes it is because I too, have lived their way. Maybe I have contemplated some of their same emotions before. I am not sure that it is just pain that keeps me writing. I think I write because I want to help others. I want others not to feel alone in the emotions they have. Although we all are individuals, we are also emotional human beings.
If you have pain in your past, in your life, in this moment, how can you turn that into something else, maybe something positive? I write sometimes of things I see, sometimes it is things I feel. More than not it something I have lived before that pushes me to write. I do not dwell on what I write, and honestly half of the time I don’t even re-read it. I feel that when I am writing it is coming as it is laid upon my heart. If I were to re-read most of it, I would see flaws, see errors, and if I correct those, I would miss the emotion that led me write it. I don’t know if that makes sense to you. I hope you are following me.
I know people that plan their writings, plan their poems, plan their posts carefully and to a “T”. I do not. I write poems especially as they come in my head. See, that is why it is therapy. You don’t plan what you are going to say in aa therapy session, do you? You just let emotions come as they come. I like rhyming and although poems don’t have to rhyme, I like the flow of rhyming. I like the correlation, like it connects the first line to the next. It is easy to read. It makes things stick in your mind. Like a favorite song verse or a saying that you’ve heard on the radio or someone has “YouTubed”.
Another thing I think about is, what my life will be in the remaining years I have left on this earth. I worry over things that have never happened, but could. I am sometimes a worrywart. I think of scenarios before they actually occur. I use my thinking to come up with a solution or way to handle things. I bet you all do that to.
I love to be able to express myself, express my thoughts, and share something that I think is important. Pain is the pen that helps me write. The point that it read by countless others, and perhaps shared with others, makes me feel blessed. We are given certain opportunities in this world. We can help others, we can hurt others, or we can hurt and damage others. What does your writing do?
There are so many facets of a person’s life. We can either deal with those facets or keep them or ignore them. Either way they will find a way to reveal the issues, or problems we all have. You can write or dance, or create, or do anything that will help you. We should not keep things locked up inside where it will cause damage. Then again, not everything is to be set free from inside either. We are complex creatures and our minds produce alot of funk that might be disturbing or scary to others. Our minds also connect with our feelings and not everyone will understand or accept your thoughts. That doesn’t mean you are not allowed to do whatever means you feels to help yourself. You should, because sometimes we are the only ones who can help us. Sometimes it is a necessary thing for us to take care of us.
As my life has had many ups and downs, many turn arounds, many smiles and frowns, your life does too. Give each moment of your life credit, give yourself a full life. Live and let live. Love and be loved. Where pain has been my pen, I am still happy in the end. I am still having a good life. I made it through many storms of life but I freed myself, God loved me more than I loved myself. That has been enough.
I shall see you all on the other side of the rainbow! MwsR
Your husband, as you referred him to be, had left a comment. It was merely, “I’m”. I wrote in reply to that and asked him what it was he was trying to write, that his reply was not finished.
I do not know anything about him or you for that matter, but you writing me like you did says a lot. I am not after your husband and you are mistaken in your judgement of things. I reply to all comments from my followers and your husband left that reply.
I am sorry you are having a bad day, and that you misjudged a situation. I am just a writer, happily married myself, and not interested in your husband, now or any other time. Sorry for any misunderstandings. Try to get the whole picture before you go off on someone, navydoc1259.