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Every week, I suppose, is a test of what I am made of. Life checks to see if I am paying attention. Testing, testing, is this person on? Do I have the will and the stamina to keep doing what I’ve been doing. Will my hope sustain me through the tough patches? And, as they…
For me, the cup remains half full no matter how many times I recognize I have enough. It is my default mode no doubt rooted in an ancestral history of famine and depression. If I expect the cup’s emptiness, anything more than empty will look great. I live a perpetual struggle to love myself even…
“You don’t own anything, not even your memories. You only get to borrow your life as long as it will let you. “ Life is tenuous and marvelous and if you catch me at a random moment, I probably won’t be appreciating these poetic facts. I’ll be cleaning or chewing or driving. Yet it is…
I woke up this morning doubting my ability to accurately decide if I was living a good life. “Is my life a problem or a pleasure”, I asked myself. I questioned my decision on this day being a good one or a bad one because I truly hadn’t lived any of it yet. Yet, how…
I saw a gentleman at church who I’d not seen in a while. And I remarked that it is the nature of us as people to come and go, to join and disappear. It’s a sad but true fact sometimes. People come and they go. There are so many groups that I am a member…
My everyday, nay, my every moment is full of my expectation thoughts. I have expectations of how my day will play out. Then, I base my feelings of how my day and my life is going on how I perceive it is going as compared to how I expected it would go and then I…
My everyday, nay, my every moment is full of my expectations. I anticipate how my day will play out. I base my feelings of how my day and my life is going on how I perceive it as compared to what I expected and then I pass a judgement on how it’s going. I’m not…
May weather in Maryland means “70 something degrees and listening to the birds chirping through open windows wide open” kinda weather. At least that’s my expectation. Although my window is open now and the birds are intermittently chirping between wind gusts, it feels like March. Or November. Oooh, I think I just had a craving…
My freelance family life is a little unconventional. When my husband’s full-time job disappeared less than 10 years ago, he went freelance. And this is still not an understood way of life. The days of trusting the corporation to take care of the family through pensions and retirement are long gone, vanished with the unions…
Have you ever caught a look at yourself inside the room in the mirror? It is so enticing and almost exotic to see your life this way except in there it’s exactly the opposite. And it makes me wonder how the world in which she lives in may be different, perhaps better. What secrets does…
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