We love our buzz words. They cycle in and out. One of my current favorites is “authentic living”. How perfect is that! We get caught up in the media , job, friends, and family’s version of who we should be that we forget to look in the mirror and ask – who am I?
I have morphed back into my authentic self over the past few years. Basically, I am who I was. That probably makes no sense to most people…..but it makes perfect sense to me and I am happy to feel like myself again. I allowed influences to change me. I will not let that happen again.
Time cast a spell on you, but you won’t forget me….
Do you ever think about someone and wonder if they can feel you thinking about them? I’m not sure that kind of energy is actually possible; I assume the recipient would need to be willing to feel it and, well, how would they know?
There are those “coincidences” where you pick up the phone to call someone and at that very moment they are calling or texting you. More than likely, there is an issue which creates the need to converse which would explain those moments. But then, there are the other unexplainable moments. I like those moments.
I wish I had the power to let certain people know just when I am thinking of them. For them to be able to feel a warm fuzzy feeling and to sense it was from me.
What is the perfect day? Well, Saturday was my perfect day. My son’s kids were having a birthday party so I spent the afternoon with both of my children and all of my grandchildren. I bounced around from child to child, adult child to adult child, and just relished in the moments.
I am fully aware of how the time of childhood flies by. What seemed like just a few short years ago I was the young mother of two beautiful children. Now, I am taken back at how my grandchildren are growing at the speed of sound…..or, at least it seems that way. My perfect baby grandson will be 8 weeks this week. How can that be? He was just born! He smiles and coos at me now. My heart melts and I feel the wonderful tears of joy building but, I want it to all slooooooooooow down. My oldest granddaughter will be 9 on her next birthday. She has come into her own; her very cool personality and she has learned she has an opinion. I love that she is confident and able to think for herself. She has learned the art of negotiation, including when to concede. The birthday boy turned 2. He’s my little Bub-Bub and he is going to be a little engineer if he continues on his path of figuring out just how everything functions. Observing his curiosity as he is watching the wheels on a toy turn and seeing his contentment as he clearly gets how this thing works, his mind just thinks engineer. I also have a bonus granddaughter who just turned 5. She is lovely! She is smart, kind, and she doesn’t know that she is not genetically related to me. I hope she always feels that way.
I suppose it seems like I digressed from the original topic of the ‘perfect day,’ but sharing these special humans that bring me so much joy and aid in creating my perfect day, could never be a digression.
I am looking forward to the next opportunity in which I get to have the perfect day. Until then, I will enjoy each separate moment I spend with my kiddos and be thankful for this special relationship of mother and grandmother.
I drive about 25 miles round trip to work each day. Living in the big city, I see a lot of crazy things. I see people being nice to one another. I see people giving other people their “opinion” via a hand gesture. I’ve been given the same gesture. I don’t let it get to me as I probably deserved some sort of recognition for whatever has irritated that human. I have found, though, that I do get upset when I see someone raging on someone else.
Why are so many people so angry? Has stress taken over too much of our lives?
What is creating this stress? Is it our jobs? For me, work is necessary to live. Corporations expect to be paid for their services. I’m not allowed to stay in the home the bank owns unless I pay them each month. That’s fair. We need food, water….the essentials in life. I am fortunate to work for a kind man who genuinely cares about my well-being and in this day, that is a rare find. So, although my work life can be very stressful at times, at least I enjoy coming to work each day. But, I do not live to work.
Is the stress from family? My family is my life. Very little really matters to me but my family. It is what sustains me. If I am in a bad mood, just put one of my grandchildren in the room and all of my worries are gone. That’s not to say that extended family can’t create issues, but my choice is to back away when that might happen.
Money? This one is definitely an annoyance. Stretching the ever-shrinking dollar can be a challenge. I try to keep money into perspective – I need it, but it doesn’t get to control me. Not always easy.
As I’ve gotten older I’ve recognized that which makes me crazy and I’ve learned how to steer away from the insanity. I tap into the things that calm me; music, gardening, walking, prayer. We all have to find our own unique way.
So, tomorrow I will get up and do it all over again. Hopefully, stress-free.
Not all closed doors are locked.