That’s Life
While taking Java for a walk, I saw an elderly woman standing at her trailer with her horse. I was wondering if there was a problem, but with Java in tow, I didn’t know how I could help her.
While taking Java for a walk, I saw an elderly woman standing at her trailer with her horse. I was wondering if there was a problem, but with Java in tow, I didn’t know how I could help her.
“Oh, my gosh. Where do I start? Nope. Can’t admit to that feeling… Nope, can’t talk about that… Suffice to say that Wall Street is kicking my A$$ and I’m panicking. Telling myself don’t panic. Picturing myself tottering on a cane to my cubicle at work because I’ll never be able to retire. Telling myself…
my Willow girl I’m wondering what kinds of traditions people have for the holidays? Especially anyone who doesn’t have their family nearby. Fortunately, most of the people who read this blog don’t appear to be in that situation. My family has traditions like measuring noses to see whose nose is the biggest. It’s not mine!…
So many memories put away. Need to go through them. No, not today. My Mom’s china, My son’s artwork and toys, Just start sorting through it, One of life’s little joys. Pieces that remind me where I’ve been. Memories of things I thought I’d never go through again. I take another look At the piles…
This post is in honor of my son Lain. He called me last Thursday asking where he could find the itty bitty rings to make tuna salad the way his G’ma (my Mom) used to make it for him when he was a kid. Lain was getting together the onions, celery, hard-boiled eggs, tuna, and…
“They take pictures of climbers at the top of the mountain. They’re smiling, triumphant. They don’t take picture along the way, because who wants to remember the rest of it. We push ourselves because we have to, not because we like it. The relentless climb, the pain and anguish of taking it to the next…
I had a dream, that I would live happily ever after with the man I loved. I had a dream, that we would love each other and take care of each other. Always. I had a dream… And I remind myself. No I yell at myself. To try and get through to the heart that…
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That is so great you were able to help that woman. It always feels so good. Alot of people would have just kept on driving, and she could have been there for awhile!
I think it’s a gift we’re wired that way– that helping others helps us too. I’m glad t hear you sounding so up. Keep looking for the good stuff. 🙂
Mary, I wanted to thank you for the comment you left on my blog yesterday, and all the other ones, too. I don’t know why I’ve never made it over here before. Look at everything I’ve been missing! I’ll be back.
It’s great to hear you sound so positive Mary. I promise it gets better.
Good to sit and blog with you any time!!!
Glad that you could help that woman with her horse using your expertise!
I agree about not waiting for crises to be over to have fun. If we did wait, I think that we’d never have fun!
It’s very true that it’s best not to wait to enjoy what you can in life. It seems like there’s always something. I went back and read some of my journals over the last 10 years… what I discovered was that even though this is certainly a hard time in my life, I’m coping much better than I used to. I’ve gotten stronger in the midst of the pain and the uncertainity. Reaching out to others is always a great perspective shifter too. Life is too short to not enjoy the fresh air and a great cup of coffee. 🙂
You are really cookin’. Helping someone can make you feel great.
Linda of 7msn – thanks for stopping by. I enjoy your blog so much! Makes me want to live in New Mexico.
Linda of CA – Thanks for the comment. I avoid looking back at those old journals. Who was that person? So glad I’m not her anymore! I’m sure one of these days we’ll meet in person through my sis. Maybe we can jam!
Everyone else – Helping others, along with seeing things with new eyes, eyes that see all the great people (this means you) and experiences that surround me, is a true blessing.