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Stop Apologizing to Me People

During the past month, I have noticed a rather disturbing trend. People perpetually apologize for themselves. I’ll just be walking, enough room for all of us to walk, and suddenly someone will pass me by and apologize for themselves. I can not figure out why they have apologized. And this has happened at least four times in a month.

Why are we compelled to apologize for our existence? Am I truly sorry I was born? While I’ve met people who are mad that they were born and there’s not a daggone thing you can do for them, however being sorry for taking up space in the same area as another person seems weird. Now if you ran over my foot or took my parking space or burped in my face, you can totally apologize to me.Stop Apologizing to Me People on Shalavee.com

I found myself saying out loud, “Oh please don’t apologize.” Or “there’s no need to apologize”. Whether they believed me or not is theirs not mine. But I can tell you, I won’t be uttering any random apologies this year. Only well founded apologies with good cause. Because I believe in good manners, but I will not apologize for my existence anymore. Sorry not sorry.

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Sacrificial Squirrel

Gruesome sights, they’re everywhere. Wild and dead animals, vehicular crime scenes aplenty. Eyeballs popping out or just cold blackened stares. Bloody swaths on the street. Must be Fall.

Beware the frenzied Kamikaze squirrels, ironically with only the business of survival on their minds. Beware the hunted doe running from bucks and bullets. Overpopulation is their unbeknownst doom otherwise.

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Compassionately I remove the carcasses, the now soulless bodies from the roadway. I delivered a handsome deceased fox back to the woods from where he came. Acting only as the delivery gal back to nature, I launched a squirrel off the precipice offering his carcass to the carrion.

We are a part of the cycle of life. We are these beasts eventually. Their and our time must come. I hope you show me the same compassion when my time arrives and launch me back into the cosmos.

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Too Many Posts Can’t Be a Bad Thing, Right?

Where once I was reactively writing these blog posts the night before they were to go up, I kicked in with some proactivity recently and am writing my posts ahead of time. And the drawback to that was that I published two posts on Monday October 21st ,2019. So enjoy You Can’t Be Your Own Accountabilibuddy and Four Self-Value Phases and I will be back on Friday with another post per usual.

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I’m Not Allowed to Want Anything

Like many of you, I grew up knowing there wasn’t enough. Not enough time, not enough attention, and not enough money. Part of this may be due to the ghost of the Depression which seems to linger in American families still. But people just seem to be convinced that the Universe is against them and there’s nothing to be done about it. We’re broke and that’s the fact Jack.

So I adapted to this understanding by just not wanting anything. I am still not allowed to want anything. Instead, I have a stubborn pride in making do. I am good at keeping the boat afloat but when it comes to imagining a bigger boat, I decide I don’t need one. I’m good with what I’ve got. And it certainly doesn’t help that our capitalistic society persistently nags us with messages of buy a better you or else. I’m so done with that. I'm Not Allowed to Want Anything on Shalavee.com

But currently I am 2/3rds of the way through reading Jen Sincero’s You are a Badass at Making Money: Master the Mindset of Wealth and I’ve begun thinking about things I want. The wall is disintegrating. I’m thinking about the house I’d like to put my aging mother in. The trip to the South of France and Italy I’ve always wanted to eat my way through. And the Piano Week’s tuition at Peabody for my kid next Summer. Or the braces I still need at 53.

But the given in her book is that you want to make the money. Whether I don’t feel I’m worth anything or have anything worth selling may be the real fear here. And so not wanting anything just avoids having to find out if that’s true of not. Either way, I know the BS fairy is having her way with me and I am standing looking straight into the eye of this storm. Because it wasn’t money that did me wrong, it was the way the people I loved used it wrongly. And the the sooner I get a proper perspective on it, the better.

Healing wounds takes time and “money” is definitely a wound I need to heal. So I’m gonna finish reading this book and start again on considering my money goals and find out where my next mind-blowing wisdom is coming from. Anyone know this story, live this story too?

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Glam It Up

A 20 something girl got onto the elliptical next to me and I caught a whiff men’s cologne? Smells have a way of taking you to a third dimension, to memories and feelings that would not usually occupy your day. And now they do.

I realize that the memories of the showboating that were my 20’s, could be a bridge to making my 50’s a little more interesting. I just turned 53 and I’m finding my life a little blah. It’s midlife motherhood combined with the aches and pains of becoming old … and I’m bored with myself.

But the change may be a matter of little things like jazz music while we eat, a creativity podcast while I walk, or applying make-up for a day out that may kind of boost my reality. Sound and smells and dressing up seem to boost the normal. And I’m feeling a needed boost right now. Glam It Up on Shalavee.com

My twenty year-old self knew how to put on a show. She dressed up and found her inner somebody else and she flaunted that. Alot. My 53 year-old me would like to remember what it was like to make up me on a moments notice. To done costumes and feel like she was someone else just for a little while. I think giving myself permission to live creatively is the key.

Let me know how you stir up your daily with creativity? Do you play different music? Do you put on make-up? Or listen to a podcast?

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And, as always, Thanks to you for your visit.

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