A Story

Everybody has a story.
Not everyone will be interested in that story, but that doesn't mean it isn't interesting. Writing has always been therapeutic for me, (along with a nightly hot bath!). The paper and pen cannot refuse my words, they can't reject the thoughts I impose on them. Nor will they judge for content, or grade for accuracy. It is safe. There are so many times when it is necessary to be safe while being "real", and recording the "real" on paper validates the experiences. We were created to be relational beings, who desire to be known, and valued, and thereby, validated. So, I extend the invitation to "Life Lines", with the sincerest hope you'll share a sense of camaraderie, be entertained,and best of all, be inspired because...everybody has a story! <3

Friday, May 20, 2011

Me-no-pause



Ughhh!
Enough already, no really, g-o- a-w-a-y!
I don't like you, I never did, there is no place for you in my life, just
g--o-- a--w--a--y!
I'm not talking to anybody (though there have been times when it would be completely inappropriately appropriate!) but myself and this "event" that is mercilessly ruling my affairs at a time when I am least able to fight it! Honestly, I feel like I'm on the floor with a giant booted foot applying constant pressure to my neck so that it is impossible for me to get up. My kanuter valve is clogged. My oomph is kaput. My get up and go got up and went and didn't take me along.
I have big plans, grand ideas, implementing them...well, a lot of times they just don't happen. My head and heart are steps ahead of my body and just about the time my body catches up, bam, broadsided by that Mack truck again!
Then my mind throws itself a pity party, it's not a private invitation only party but for some reason I'm always the only one who shows up. I don't even know why I keep going, I don't like these parties but I feel kind of sorry for me that no one else will go and so I think I better go or the party will be a flop, I mean what party is it if no one attends, so I attend, out of pity, and then when I get there I feel sorry for myself because I threw a party and no body cared enough to come. And then I further the pity cause by dwelling and wallowing in the oh woe is me's and poor poor pitiful me's.
It is a nasty underhanded dirty little trick this "event" would have me succumb to!
In my event planning business it is imperative to work out all the details well in advance of said event. It's the only way to approach and see to fruition what was originally envisioned. Sometimes the original plan is so modified it is hardly recognizable but any plan can be reconfigured to adapt to needs and requirements.
As I continue to work out the kinks in my plans and ideas that are so greatly influenced by the uncontrollable "events" in life, I stand as I sit in my easy lazy chair, in complacent defiance shaking my fist raised high, silently shouting
Me-no-pause!
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  1. RhondaMay 20, 2011 at 5:40 PM

    Well said, very well said. I totally understand this post.

    I know tens of women who feel just like this and me some days, even weeks.

    xoxoxo Rhonda

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