Stream of Thought

Independence

We are told here in America by media and subliminal marketing, by the viral thinking implanted into our society to keep us buying into Capitalism for continous relining of the obscenely rich’s pockets, that it is preferable that we each “go it alone” rather than investing with family and community.

Unfortunately, my open-heart-to-bonding-and-sharing has had the above messaging negatively reinforced by experiencing loss, grief, and betrayal in dispraportionately large amounts, making it seem that “being on my own” is the main key to my remnant family’s survival.

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Back Then

When I saw Vanilla Sky, the movie’s thematics gave me insights not necessarily related, but deep into my then husband’s psychology.

I began realizing that certain effects from his accidents were becoming irreversible and I cried as the harsh truth of this overtook me.

It was never an option for me to leave him – especially because we now had children. I was “in it to win it” for him and for our family.

I thought to myself, “I guess this is life. We don’t get to choose how it happens, but we can do our best to make it happy.”

I reached deep into my core reserves to continue mustering determination’s bravery.

Stream of Thought

Upside Down – Then Up Again

I was just given free ice cream from a store clerk when she couldn’t help me with the coupon, and then I felt too tight on money to give a tip at a take out restaurant.

If this is what paying extremely high rent is going to do to me, I am not sure that is the path that I should be taking. Being able to be generous with others is part of my life’s enjoyment.

I went back to give a tip. The door was locked, so I knocked. A very tired woman came to open it and was surprised and pleased, though frazzled.

An act of kindness can help when someone most needs encouragement. Maybe I also need positive reinforcement.

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Self Validation

It is strange to realize how little status credit I have given myself for being a constant innovator.

I guess the mediatized conformist “walk accepted standardized paths” messaging has imposed subliminally.

In this case, am I still experiencing a disconnect by what I do, which I know is worthwhile, vs. what others praise as “the norm?”

Clearly, somewhere in my deep encoding, I have some extra baggage to start offloading.

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Pushing Back

I was sharing with someone whom I esteem yesterday how I had applied for a house that would suit us, contrary to the current theme of “lack and limitations.”

At first, she was positive and supportive, but then went on to tell me horror stories about women who had been successful – but then fluke accidents had taken away everything from them.

Moral of their stories: do not try, for even if you succeed, you will fail.

I must believe that there is more to life than fear and chaotic devastation.

I see people living lives that they value all of the time.

I want in on this, and therefore, I must innovate solutions to the equation.

Poetic Musings

Northern Star

From the beginning, she had known that she was destined for greatness.

However, people had repeatedly disrupted her way – blurring the path with their indiscretions.

But, she could only briefly stay away from that instinctual call before it again began driving her.

It was strange being on a journey that continuously redefined her.

Stream of Thought

Bee Sting

This morning’s walk yielded the first bee sting our pup has acquired.

I am pretty sure that it was one of those mean bastard meat bees that keeps biting for the joy of it because those are the kind that I saw buzzing along the ground where she had been snorfling.

She kept shaking her head and I thought it got her nose. But, upon retrieving her this evening, it turns out it got her ear – and Wow! It is SWOLLEN!

Puffed up like bread that has risen, poor baby – so I gave her some liquid Benadryl from a capsule and now she seems more comfy.