Be the person you were born to be before they took away your smile. One minute you were living carefree an the next minute you were a bundle of nerves too scared to breathe or open your eyes.
The way some chose to dominant an experience like it is only theirs to be given. How they isolate and torture those they have decided to hate. They prevent them from making friends and connecting with their true soul. They are like vultures preying on the weakest and these people I blatantly ignore. I used to be a mean girl, then I grew up. I rarely look behind me unless it is to help another lift up.
WE take for granted so many blessing in this World thinking that we are entitled to more. Thinking like this absolves those beautiful souls that lives were amounted to nothing. Just like so many people are subconcisouly doing today.
At least I know that when I do your friendship will stay by the wayside because who needs friends like that anyways. Sympathize with me when you need it but kick me to the curb when I don’t fit into your idealistic mold.
Not too many of us want to attract negative energy or attention. So if I can draw out those people who think our weight, our height, our race, our sexual preference is a means to discard us from being treated with manners then my life’s purpose is unfolding as it should. My goal has always been to try and stop those from being hurt and enduring any pain and suffering.
I am far from perfect but I have learn to forgive myself. I try to remind myself to be kind as many times as a find a new grey hair (trust me that is a lot). Let’s replace our own toxic thoughts with a harmony that will be remembered throughout time. It doesn’t have to reach the masses of epic proportions. It only needs to reach and touch you.
As I lay in bed writing this post I am thankful for the coffee by my bed side and that my son is safely tucked in bed. It has taken days to wrap my head around the tragedy that has unfolded in BC. As a parent it is every women’s worst nightmare and as a…
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I am not one for daytime TV. Usually I am busy cleaning, gardening, and playing my violin. And of course that is only when my Schmoo is napping. Oh yes and my daily blog/journal/thoughts. That is a must just to keep the positive momentum flowing. I decide to turn on “the View” and read “Sojourner…
I don’t think that we have any intentions of living our life this way. Well I know for me growing up on the farm wasn’t like that. We wore hyper colors, short shorts, knee socks and more often than not we either were covered in dirt or heaven forbid one of those big ol cow…