If you have been following me on this blog, you’ll have seen I like to cover various subjects from ‘What makes you happy?’ Too raising domestic violence and abuse awareness but not excluding wonderful little holidays, which we can celebrate with gusto! I like to mix it up because life has many aspects, good and bad, easy and challenging.
Today I am writing about relationships.
Just a song that I heard the other day and has been stuck in my head since. I don't normally do the whole video/song thing here, but I felt this one deserved to be an exception. It's one of the few songs related to an ex that has always and without fail put a smile on my face whenever I hear it.
“We must walk consciously only part way toward our goal, and then leap in the dark to our success.” Henry David Thoreau
Did you know that: This day is added to the calendar in leap years as a corrective measure, because the earth does not orbit around the sun in precisely 365 days. A year that is not a leap year is called a…
Storm, wherefore art thou?
Are thee coming?
Gathering steam as thee rises from the south, barreling down on our Upper Peninsula woods and Lake Superior shores?
Storm, wherefore art thou?
Ms. Radar Loop says thee cometh.
Mr. National Weather Service predicts thy fury.
Almost all the schools in Upper Michigan lie closed, awaiting thy wrath.
But, storm, nary a flake hath flown.
In this world of today where technology enslaves us ‘power cut’ runs all plan haywire so did mine. An early forced dinner proved fruitless as ‘power cut’ turned my personal computer into a useless box of filth my hope to download “anti-virus set up” crashed. On no occasion has optimism with ‘power cut’ worked more over optimism requires patience and patience has never been my virtue, expecting the alarm to do the work of waking me early next morning in order to turn my plans into reality; my only option and choice was to hit the bed and so I did.
OK, OK, you gleaned the truth from that title, didn't you?
There is a tiny part of me--just a tiny part--that still, after all these years, feels insignificant. As a creative blogger, I am still trying to soothe the indignant inner housewife who is still, yes STILL, upset that I was once labeled as "just a housewife from Michigan."
I have a very stressful few weeks ahead of me. My goal - not to unravel! (not completely anyway).
I'm not going to run and hide from the challenges set before me (not every day anyway)
I'm not going to drown myself in sugar and caffeine (not every meal anyway)
I'm not going to hide behind jokes and sarcasm (well, actually I probably will do that)
