Month: June 2022

She had assisted and witnessed for others that pain subsides and healing takes place – but had yet to experience this, personally.

Am I needed?

Am I valued?

Am I wanted?

In work, as in life, I enjoy helping to elevate others

I keep working to reclaim and elevate my status.

To all of you who visit, read, and like my posts, thank you so much for your company and encouragement.

I know that there are times where absolute truth is not always necessary, such as when your best friend feels bad about their hair that got cut too short, and you help lessen the mishap’s impact.

But, it seems to me that with the basic truths that are most important, if we all did our best to ascribe to their values, the bad times and parts of life would be less horrible.

Our neighbors were finishing some packing today during my lunch hour and asked me if I wanted their hose and heavy duty, multi-spray nozzle. This is what we needed for our porch plants!

This blog is a place I come to organize my thoughts and categorize triumphs and tribulations.

Last night, a sense of deep anxiety hit me so hard that I almost folded.

I mean quit everything here, shut down the site, “locked up shop.”

Why?

Because I was taught to hide myself, and I guess the more I share the more danger signals blare – real or imagined.

But, the problem is that as a society we are told to only show each other snippets of our truth, and to conduct our public personas by prior-approved sound bites.

I am tired of marching to this tune – where there isn’t really the chance to know and come to care for anybody.

You wouldn’t think that light rays good for you could also make you sick. But, a day in the garden without skin protection prooves otherwise.

She would be her own witness.

(Play on phrase “eye witness”)

“Hi, thank you for leaving the note on my car. That was very kind. It’s a older car and I don’t see much of a mark so no need to worry about getting insurance involved. I appreciate you letting me know.”

“This is so kind of you – thank you! I know how upsetting someone dinging my car and then leaving has been for me, so I did not want to do that to you.”

When I was outside in my car, resting at the gym, the wind suddenly gust-blew hard, pushing and slamming my open door into the neighbor’s passenger side panel

I took pictures and proof data for my records and eft a note for the owners on their windshield under the wiper if they wanted to contact me.

Then, I changed my voicemail to anonymous with just the number stated in answering because I am tired of people finding reasons to take advantage.

The mower came a day early, while I was away, and demolished the walnut seedling.

What matters is following through on the promises I make – most of all, to myself.

I wondwr if the backlighting of computer and phone screens overstims my eyes’ light receptors, causing them to diminish in their capacity to see clearly.

Like when I try to take photos outside on a bright, sunny day and the camera lens’ image lighr-wash-dims all coloring.

I apologize for not always catching my spelling mistakes.

I try – I really do.

However, between fighting the auto-adjustments in this program, my touch screen’s slurring, and my shifting vision, some mistakes keep slipping through.

This is why I posted the “heads up” in my profile regarding revisions.

If I can’t depend upon consistency of compensation for hindered acuity, I can’t accept pressure of critics expecting perfection from me.

“When is the best time to plant a tree?” Answer, “Ten years ago.” Question, “And when is the next best time?” Answer, “Today.” – Confuscius

I was reminded of this today by a caring fellow advocate. Thank you.

Two thin-lined, wavy and multi-color toned rings stacked to form the symbol.

I had to throw away my last and favorite pair of jeans today. When pants become threadbare in the rear, it is time to stop wearing them. They’ve been with me to the end.

It’s interesting how mis-step decisions can twist a man…I see it again and again.

Upon deep introspection, it is likely best that I don’t seek out relationship.

The kind of connection I have been questing for is something beyond the normal base most people are willing to settle for.

In trying to figure out what kind of a personality would match me, it was suggested I could be paired with another artist – like another writer or an actor.

But then, if they are already established (which I would want so we could have a base of stability), you run into the “fans and societal judgment factor.”

I have yet to meet a man who does not bend his soul to these things.

I don’t want to keep writing to and corresponding with agencies, fighting for exoneration from crimes I did not commit.

I must be an overachiever, for I rarely consider my efforts extraordinary.

There’s a lot of it about.

I post things here, then take them down because of judgment.

Imagined or perceived.