What about the shower!!?! Definiately not gonna remember!
What about the shower!!?! Definiately not gonna remember!
My poem yesterday stunk. I wasn’t satisfied with it. I need to get back to writing and making it a habit. I thought the prompt would be helpful, but it was frustrating!
It was frustrating because I’m out of sync. I am out of sync because I’m not writing.
My life has been a little overwhelming over the last year. Maybe a little more than a little.
It is part of my routine to help organize and facilitate home-school for the kids. They are doing awesome! It’s been a fun adventure. However, we have also struggled with misfortune– some of our family members battled illness while others with more serious health problems. My father-in-law with Bladder Cancer and my sister with Intracranial Hypertension. (Sn: My father-in-law is now cancer-free, but my sister may have to have surgery.)
Mix in some familial and relational problems. It’s a rocky road. My life is never normal on this note. Nor will I ever expect it to be.
Then, the seasonal depression sunk in over winter. The cold and darkness doesn’t agree with me. Winter has a choke-hold on Spring, and he’s winning..
The wind is wicked. Messing with the power like a naughty kid flipping the light switch! Snow lazily falling from the sky.
Not making time to write.
I am over it.
Time to find my motivation, again.
I am a combination! I am not entirely a match for the writer. I am a perfectionist, but not with writing. With my writing, I am messy. It is hard for me to finish projects. My head isn’t totally messy. I don’t have cobwebs up there. I do have material up there. Yes, I am passionate– about everything— however, I am not a know-it-all. I do know my limits even though I test them… Daily. I learn.
The poet seems a better fit. Not quiet, but not loud. I am observant and detail-oriented– that goes with being a perfectionist. The productivity and struggling with words is right-on!
Which one are you?
Hope you are having an awesome weekend If not, I’m so sorry. Wish I could wave a wand or pray it better. That is a bummer! Either way, I’d love to hear about it!
Anyway, I love looking for new challenges for poetry. If you ever want to try them, you can ping back to me. I’d love to read what you wrote!
Enjoy the rest of your Saturday! 😉
I missed being here last week!! My in-laws came in from the south like they every year. We spent a couple of days with them at a nearby amusement park, and had dinner. The rest of the week we made other plans, a trip with my mom, and an unavoidable appointment.
Our plans included meeting his mom and step-dad Friday at a local town celebration. They travel in for this particular celebration annually. My husband goes anywhere feeling like shit, and we never miss. That morning, he placed ALL the blame on me saying I was sick, which in the morning, I did have a migraine.
He omitted it was his fault we didn’t go. Even though it was HIS FAULT, as it was mine, he only succeeded in making me look bad. He laid around all day on the couch. I expected we would meet up with them later. No words were exchanged until late evening when an unintended guilt trip was laid in my lap.
“My mom is asking about you. She wants to know if you are better yet so we can go visit.”
“Why didn’t I know about this earlier? We could have went.”
“I didn’t want to go and you were doing other things.”
When no communication is passed between two people, it’s hard to make plans — let alone achieve what other people want you to do. I would have loved to visit them before they left. I have things here I wanted to give them.
We made our plans for the week they came home the week of our beach trip. Not that parts of our trip wasn’t fun. The trip itself was stressful for us. None of us could handle the fighting. It’s not that we don’t love them…
We have learned.. Or rather I have learned a thing or two about his sister and how she really feels. He has only glimpsed an action or two. He may not acknowledge it fully–though I do. I see it. I won’t allow myself or my children to be treated poorly. Or spoken down to. It’s time to speak up for ourselves. Or bite my tongue when necessary.
Last week was a busy, stressful week. It’s hard to find words when you are drained. Stressing, traveling, and fighting with my husband over behaviors– his behaviors— it steals any words or thoughts I had. My brain = mush.
My favorite part of last week was the trip with my mom, kids, and husband. It was the least stressful. We traveled out to the country to meet relatives of my Nanny’s I haven’t seen since I was a child. It was her brother’s son and his family. During our visit, I heard so many stories about my Nanny and her brother! We had a wonderful time.
On a positive note, I have been speaking up more for myself. I’m at an age where I want some peace in my life. No more fighting. I’m not going to tolerate certain behaviors or ways people treat others. Including my marriage, I’m not stuck. I have been in this marriage for 11 years, and something will change.
More family posts from summer to come!
I’m many things..
I’m a dreamer.
Love helping people.
Down to earth..
If you are checking out the Homepage today, it’s currently being re-vamped. So it’s invisible like some of us wish we were at times. That would be cool. Wouldn’t it?
In between re-vamping, I will be making oatmeal cream pies for an army!!
I hope to have the homepage back up by tonight…
Have a great, hopefully relaxing, Sunday!
I didn’t have a chance to say it this morning, but I think you are awesome! Thank you all for stopping by and reading, following, and commenting.
IF by chance you DO NOT understand a poem (as it seems that is my choice lately), please ask questions. I would be more than happy to answer any question you have. Your question may help me. Especially if I am in a jam naming the poem! Yesterday the idea came to me instantly by making me think by answering the question. 🙂
You are welcome here. Stop in any time and say hello. My goal is to write every day in some way, shape, or form. I will do my best!
Edited to add graphic.