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Lucky & Unlucky

21 Monday Aug 2017

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My daughter is very lucky.

She has two parents who love her very much, who love each other, and live under the same roof. And if, god forbid, her parents ever stop living together, they never stop wanting her happiness above all else.

Some children aren’t quite as lucky. Some children only live with one parent, some children live with grandparents. Some children have no parents at all. Some children’s parents fight with each other over who gets more time.

Some parents just want to love their children. I am very lucky. I get to move my daughter, daily, under the same roof as her and her father. I love them both and their happiness will never stop being important to me.

Sometimes children are better off when parents are separated. Because happier parents make for happy children. Some adults simply cannot get along. It happens. For whatever reason, two people who were together long enough to make a child cannot or should not be together. That happens.

But sadly the children can suffer. And sometimes a parent suffers. Step-parents suffer. Because sometimes those parents cannot be with their child as much as they used to, as much as they’d like to.

My daughter is very lucky, so am I and her father. I will always be grateful I found someone I love, and with that love we were able to create a life we will cherish.

Some families aren’t so lucky.

I hope sincerely that a permanent solution can come about that can be equally beneficial to all parties. Because no one likes a broken heart. But maybe we can live with scars, if we can find a way for everyone to be happy.

I truly hope that one person involved is doing what they’re doing for the right reasons. Because if not, in the long run, it’s the innocent that’s gonna get hurt.

Life

06 Sunday Mar 2016

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My family lost yet another good man. This time there was no clue, no sign. Yet more proof death comes and takes as he pleases with no regard for the living. 

I wrote the following on a whim, and it’s one of those things that I feel good about, which I read to myself over and over again. 

Love one another. There’s not time enough for hate. 

Life is short. Don’t fret. Don’t fuss. Don’t fight. Don’t hate. Love each other. Don’t judge. Accept. Appreciate. Learn. Laugh. Cry. Tell the truth, be honest. Enjoy yourself, enjoy each other. Smile. Live. Live while you can and while you have the chance. Not one person on this planet can know how long they’ve got, until it’s too late. Don’t let anything stop you from enjoying as much as possible. Don’t leave this world with regrets. And don’t give up on something that means the most to you. 

Know that you are loved and let those you love know you love them too! Don’t leave it as a question mark in the story of your life. Don’t leave anyone wondering. 

If you are on my friends list, know that I appreciate and love you. I try to love and accept all, no matter your station, wealth, position, religion, sexuality, gender, or political beliefs. You matter to me, you mean a lot to me and my world would alter if you were no longer in it. 

There are too many factors that can change our course in the path of life. Make sure that if your path is altered, your course changed, should you look back and see you’ve lost your way, you soldier on and make your way out. 

We have each other. That’s all we have. Be good to one another, and this life will be well.

-c

Truth

22 Thursday Oct 2015

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As human beings we are preprogrammed and hard wired to always want more. It’s in our nature. 

Regardless of how much we have already, there will always be something more. Something we think we need, something just out of reach. Something we can see on the distant horizon that we seek, but no matter how far we stretch, we cannot reach. Yet still we want it. We want more. 

These past few weeks have shown me a great deal about myself, and how much more I want, and how much more I think I deserve. 

The reality is that, no matter how hard I try or how hard I work I may never have what I think I deserve. And what I think I deserve, I probably am not worthy of. At least not in the eyes of those that decide. 

There have been some changes in my workplace recently that have thrown me off balance. My workload has changed–increased–and my mentality has been affected by the stress this has caused. 

Though I’ve worked hard and done everything I’ve been told, it’s still not enough–nothing will ever be enough–for me to be considered worthy of more. And that is the reality I need to force myself to accept. 

Until I get myself out of the place that causes me stress, I will be cursed to settle for the lot I’ve been handed. 

And I don’t see my exit coming up anytime soon. 

-c

Believe it or not

07 Wednesday Oct 2015

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I am not a religious person. 

I feel that, having no idea what I believe in, and lacking the desire or time to explore it, means that I am not religious. 

But I have prayed. I have sent vibes up into the universe hoping for some kind of miracle. I have laid in bed, talking (in my head) to someone or something that might maybe hear or sense my hopes and dreams and needs. I’ve said “amen” at the end of these internal monologues. 

I don’t know if it does any good. But as my mom says about her incessant worrying, “if I worried and nothing happened then that’s fine, but if I didn’t worry and something bad happened, then I’d blame myself.”

Basically, you might never know if it does any good, but it makes you feel better to do so. 

I often envy those who are devout in their religion. The willpower, the determination, the outright positivity that God is there and He exists, and you do not question it no matter what, that’s something. 

But can that perhaps be also considered something else entirely? Stubbornness that what you believe (or were raised to believe?) is the one truth? Or the close mindedness to not accept that perhaps it is true, in addition to other possible truths?

I think somethings are real or become real because of our steadfastness and the power of believe in them. 

Perhaps if I believe hard enough, I can find a job in which I can be happy, or if I believe hard enough, I can be happy in my job. Maybe if I believe I’l be a good enough writer to make a living off that. Or if I believe, maybe I will become a teacher, someday. 

Or, as my husband has been known to say, “monkeys could be flying out of your butt.”

-c