Holy Sh*t my kid…

Blue Waters ~ Alistair Taylor
Published on Jul 22, 2015

A spoken word inspired by bullying, judgment, and any of those things in this world we all need to treat as they deserve. Never let it affect you, Because to hurt others is truly pointless.

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Words:

“We all wear a blank slate,

Staring into the mirror and practicing your fake face,

because you’re sick of all the questions asking why you’re never smiling,

so you put on a mask for awhile but get home and then break,

when before you’d simply crack,

now you’re crumbling down to nothing but blank space,

because you don’t even feel tangible,

despite feeling the weight of the thoughts on your shoulders,

causing you a lack of sleep,

and I know it feels the pressure was all from yourself

but you’d never have these f*cking thoughts if it wasn’t for someone else,

pointing out the things that they knew would f*cking pull you down,

make you think you’re something other than perfect,

because I swear to god we’re all born perfect until we’re told otherwise.

Why did we have to get hurt and pushed into a disguise?

If I was sad right now I’d f*cking cry

because tears are beautiful if they’re asking for a caring eye,

to come through and make you smile instead of staying inside,

this f*cking bubble and living inside your pain until you f*cking crumble.

There’s nothing beautiful about making someone feel like they’re just crumb,

an insignificant speck of dust,

floating around pointlessly until they dissipate into something less than nothing.

We are all important,

we are all perfect,

Beauty by definition is to please the senses or mind,

and I swear to god ever since you were born,

ever since there were thoughts in your mind,

you were pleased.

You were pleased.

So please, don’t forget,

no matter what you’ve thought,

what you’ve been told,

you are beautiful from your head,

to your toes.

From the day you were born,

to the day that you go.

There is nothing you have to hold,

inside yourself,

just let it flow,

until one day,

the water turns from black…

to blue.”

             ~ Alistair Taylor

Holy Shit my kid…

Blue Waters ~ Alistair Taylor
Published on Jul 22, 2015

A spoken word inspired by bullying, judgment, and any of those things in this world we all need to treat as they deserve. Never let it affect you, Because to hurt others is truly pointless.

( FEEL FREE TO SHARE THIS POST OR  JUST THE YOUTUBE VIDEO 😀 )

Words:

“We all wear a blank slate,

Staring into the mirror and practicing your fake face,

because you’re sick of all the questions asking why you’re never smiling,

so you put on a mask for awhile but get home and then break,

when before you’d simply crack,

now you’re crumbling down to nothing but blank space,

because you don’t even feel tangible,

despite feeling the weight of the thoughts on your shoulders,

causing you a lack of sleep,

and I know it feels the pressure was all from yourself

but you’d never have these fucking thoughts if it wasn’t for someone else,

pointing out the things that they knew would fucking pull you down,

make you think you’re something other than perfect,

because I swear to god we’re all born perfect until we’re told otherwise.

Why did we have to get hurt and pushed into a disguise?

If I was sad right now I’d fucking cry

because tears are beautiful if they’re asking for a caring eye,

to come through and make you smile instead of staying inside,

this fucking bubble and living inside your pain until you fucking crumble.

There’s nothing beautiful about making someone feel like they’re just crumb,

an insignificant speck of dust,

floating around pointlessly until they dissipate into something less than nothing.

We are all important,

we are all perfect,

Beauty by definition is to please the senses or mind,

and I swear to god ever since you were born,

ever since there were thoughts in your mind,

you were pleased.

You were pleased.

So please, don’t forget,

no matter what you’ve thought,

what you’ve been told,

you are beautiful from your head,

to your toes.

From the day you were born,

to the day that you go.

There is nothing you have to hold,

inside yourself,

just let it flow,

until one day,

the water turns from black…

to blue.”

             ~ Alistair Taylor

Never will I ever…

Yesterday, I had to tell my ex that I would’ve stayed with him forever but that he’s the only one I’ve ever been with that I would never be with again. If the man that I dated for 3 months 23yrs ago wanted another shot I would give it to him and if either of the ladies that lost interest in me in the last 2 years were interested again I would see what they had to offer. He has earned the distinct honor of “Never Again No Matter What” …I feel even sadder for him than I do for me

Wasted

That moment when you realize that the $200 you spent on a Christmas gift for your then girlfriend’s Couple’s Waterfront Spa Day was totally wasted because the gift certificate just expired. Idk, maybe she used it. For me it certainly wasn’t a Day of Delight lol. I’d honestly rather she got to enjoy it even if with someone else but I think she forgot about it. #thingsthatmakeyougoBUMMER

Accidental Insult?

This young chick stopped me near Publix to ask me about my Kangoos that I was running in. She had a bag with bakery cookies in it. I had sweat dripping off my nose. Just before I continued on my path through hell she said “My body has a mind of it’s own” and I said “yeah, mine too. It’s called a brain” she kind of giggled but when I had almost made it home I realized she may’ve thought I was insulting her. Idk. Oh well

Wrong door…

Can you believe that I just walked into the wrong apartment? Looking down at my sky map, I glanced at the door handle as I turned it, stepped across the threshold and shut the door behind me and just stood there stunned to be in a small dark space. My eyes slo-mo movie-style focused on a laundry basket on the floor to my right and a cardboard box to my left. Next I noticed a carpeted stairs 2 steps in front of me that was dimly lit from the top. At the top of the stairs was a fluffy cat frozen midstep staring at me with it’s mouth hanging open. I could hear a strange t.v. show and realized that I was either straight trippin’ OR standing in someone else’s home. The cat glances over it’s shoulder toward the softly lit apartment, I glance over my shoulder to the door….the cat sees it’s owner walking toward the sound of the intruder… I see the door handle slo-mo turning in my hand. The cat voices a tattle meow as I step past the EXTREMELY loud squealing door and quick-but-quietly close the door and casual-fast hustle a few doors down to my door through which I quiet-quickly enter through. Surreals ya’ll

Kiddo Uncompromised

“When the moisture on my face is a mixture of sweat, raindrops from the literal storm that I am running through, tears of pain and doubt that I refuse to hold back and tears of pure joy at the beauty of my life that’s when I know that I have lived. I am in this moment truly ALIVE!”
~ Kiddo (6-10-15)

I have been a runner my entire life. I have been running since before running was “cool”. In the 70’s I didn’t need a cool head band, sneakers and jogging shorts. All I needed was my barefeet and ground to cover. I didn’t wear hairbands and ponytail holders because I had a sensitive scalp and was prone to headaches so I tended to run against the wind when I could. The wind not only kept my straggly hair out of my face allowing me to see where I was going but it also made me earn every inch of ground that I crossed. Sometimes I would run against wind so STRONG that it seemed like I was running in place. To me this was a good time. I never looked for the path of least resistance and I felt like the more challenging something was to do the more it was worth doing. I didn’t run for financial gain or for health or for the recognition of others. I RAN FOR THE PURE JOY OF IT.

In the 80’s I was encouraged to join the track team at school and since I loved running and jumping I did. I was one of the best on the team and my biggest problem (as well as my coach’s ) was that I could only participate in three events per track meet. I ran the mile run every single meet but I also ran the mile relay (as the anchor or catch up runner) and did the long jump and the high jump depending on where I was needed most for a particular event. One thing that allowed me to really shine was when the runners would have to run against the wind. Most of the runners in Jr high and high school hated running against the wind and were very discouraged by it. Not me. I would tuck my chin, fold my lips in to keep them from drying out and slow my breath to avoid flaring my nostrils. My hair would fly out behind me and I would be a kid again running for the pure joy of it like my Creek ancestors did generations ago.

Even as someone that truly loves running there would be times as a teenager that I would want to quit. Training to run sometimes took some of the fun out it. Occasionally, I would rather be doing something other than running and I would MAKE myself run at least 5 miles. When my dad got in on my training and would have me drink 5 raw eggs before running 5 miles every morning no matter what the weather I started to lose my joy. I truly hated running in the cold. When I found myself focusing on how far I would still have to go I would make myself stop thinking like that. I trained myself to look back on how far I had gone. The truth is that just running ONE mile was an accomplishment. There was no failure. At first I would have to make myself flip my perspective from one of dreading the distance yet to go to appreciating how far I had gone. The higher the number of laps or miles I had ran grew the more I would feel like I could quit at anytime and still have won. Even giving myself permission to quit I wouldn’t quit because the pressure was off and it was basically a game to see how far I could push myself.

Once again I have found myself in the position of being a single unemployed mother and I can’t help but feel the importance of the decisions I make in the near future. There’s WEIGHT to my choices simply because I am not the only one effected by them. Weight isn’t necessarily a bad thing though. It makes us see what we consider important. It makes us stop and truly think about our decisions. In fact, I have a few weights that I have been carrying around for the majority of my life that I hope to never lose. When I was seven years old running barefooted through a field near my home I was stopped short by something that looked like an egg. It was a blur beneath my feet as I zoomed past it but I came to a screeching halt and walked back about 10 yards to see this bird egg. When I got back to it I discovered that it wasn’t an egg at all. I had found a perfectly smooth, cool to the touch even in the mid-day sun, stone! I started calling it my pet rock because pet rocks had been really cool about 5 years before and this was the coolest natural rock I had ever seen. I had seen plenty of perfectly smooth rocks in rivers in the Carolinas and Tennessee but this was in the middle of a dry field in central Florida and nearly perfectly round. I thought it was amazing and I have carried that rock with me for about 35 years. In 1992 when I was 19yrs old I discovered another weight that I loved so much I had to have it. This discovery was a paper weight I unpacked at Cracker Barrel while I was stocking the gift shop with new items. It was just a glob of glass, with different coloured glass inside to look like two dolphins swimming in the ocean. I loved it and bought it with my employee discount. That was 23 years ago. I have kept both of my weights with me through thick and thin. Even when I didn’t have a place of my own and I was backpacking through the southeastern states I kept these two weights. I never even used them to hold down papers. I kept these items with me because they were beautiful to look at and felt great in my hands. One seemed to be shaped and smoothed by nature and the other was intentionally crafted my a human. Both of these weights were shaped by outside forces exerted on them but both of them were beautiful as a result and their form was even more impressive to me than their function. Everytime I had to sort through my belongings and choose necessities I kept both of these weights. I kept them through spring cleanings and chaff clearings and they have been with me for the good and the not so good. I’ve kept these weights through my ups and downs because I value what we’ve been through together and they’re lovely to behold.

This afternoon I went for my run and I have so much energy since I haven’t worked in four days. I’m like a cross between Sarah Connor and those treadmill dancers and I just enjoy myself as I cruise on down the road. I had a great playlist of songs that I totally enjoyed running to. The songs gave me an opportunity to change my pace and move to different rhythms. The wind was in my face and it started to rain and I was completely ALIVE.

I am NOT scared of the future. I know that even if I don’t find a job in time to keep our apartment that my heart will keep on beating and I will still live, laugh and love beneath the sun and the clouds and the beauty of the night sky. Life is about ups and downs and round and rounds. I truly love roller coasters and I will make the best of the ride.

When I think about the uncertainty of the future I remind myself that no one’s future is certain. Even people who think that their path is set and that they know where they’re going they are not CERTAIN of how things will turn out. If you’re under the illusion that your future is set I hope that you’re not proven wrong. I hope that you’re not caught off guard. If your life goes exactly according to plan then I am HAPPY for you. I also will feel a little bit sorry for you because you won’t know how you can roll with the changes. You won’t find out about your ability to go with the flow and learn to compromise without compromising your true self. I lost my job four days ago for being true to myself and I wouldn’t change that for the world. Life is beautiful even as it’s uncertain and I am happy with that. I look back on my life and see that I might’ve made different choices in retrospect but we don’t have the ability to go back and make changes. Even though there are a few things I would do differently if given the option to go back I am glad that I can’t. Every choice and every consequence that I lived through has shaped me and strengthened me to be what I am today. Every worry I have ever had has been pointless unless I see it as a learning experience. I worried about things that weren’t necessary because things work out one way or another and often times things that I worried about never came true. These things still teach me about the things that are important to me and give me an appreciation for how things turn out. When I had just given birth to my first child I was genuinely concerned that his tiny mouth couldn’t possibly latch onto my giant nipple but the nurse assured me that this wouldn’t be a problem. She had experience and she turned out to be right. Now that little baby is making his way through the world and driving himself around in his own car going about his business never knowing that at one time I was worried that he might not be able to nurse.

Life works out and life is beautiful. It’s all about the journey because the destination is the end of life and we will all get there eventually. If it were possible to stand before my ancestors and my posterity I would proudly say that I lived my life true to me. I’m a hedonist and enjoy life fully but I have made a positive difference in the lives that I have touched. I have made the world a better place and I have cooperated along the way but I never compromised. I have run with the wind at my back but I was truly alive when I ran against the wind with my straggly hair flying out behind me earning every inch of ground that I covered.

Hopefully I will find a good job soon that both pays the bills and allows me to be a service to others without being a disservice to myself. Until that time I will do my best to make it happen but I will not worry about the future. The future is uncertain but it will happen no matter what.

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The 2 weights that I choose to carryThe 2 weights that I choose to carry

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My playlist for my run tonight

LOL Unis

Lol Unis! I was in the shower and Pandora was playing and then the song changed and I sang along changing the “he’s” to “she’s” of course…

“Have you heard about the lonesome loser
Beaten by the queen of hearts every time
Have you heard about the lonesome loser
she’s a loser, but she still keeps on tryin’

Unlucky in love, least that’s what they say
She lost her head and she gambled her heart away
She still keeps searching though there’s nothing left
Staked her heart and lost, now she has to pay the cost”

..and then I said “yeah Beeyotch! Let me introduce myself” and laughed my carefree ‘I don’t give a damn’ laugh then shaved my legs even though no one will ever notice.
  
   I half expected Alone Again, Naturally to come on next but Unis dropped that ball

Unis Up to Her Tricks or Treats

   Sometimes I wonder if Unis is fuckin’ with me or just trying to reward me for my patience. Possibly she just REALLY wants me to think hard about my choices. I have a problem knowing if I’m making the right choice when it comes to ordering off of a menu. So when there are PROS and CONS in a decision that effects me and also effects my children’s lives plus there’s an issue of conscience you can see why I might feel a burden making either decision.  Determining which one is right and which one is smart can be a struggle. Especially, when they both seem right in different ways.
   For her first trick today I finally got the business cards that the company I work for had made for me. I am listed as a Service Consultant. Then not even two hours later Unis had a follow up trick or possibly treat. I got an offer to manage a shop Monday through Friday 9 to 5 for over 13k more a year than I am making at my current job. My current position requires me to work 7:30am until 5pm Monday through Saturday. EVERY SINGLE SATURDAY. I do get two Thursdays off a month but still. I have been with this company only nine months. Other than being a yoga/fitness instructor for seven years this is the longest I have been at a job since I had to rejoin the workforce almost two years ago. Not that I am unreliable or a flake but when put in a situation in which I was suddenly a stay at home mom I took the first job that I could find that allowed me to continue teaching most of my yoga/fitness classes mornings and evenings. I was working graveyard shift doing very physical grueling manual labor in an industrial laundry and I did that for seven months. I had earned the unofficial title of “Longest Lasting White Girl” after two weeks. That job was extreme even for a very physically and mentally strong person such as myself. I stuck with it until I was offered another job. I felt awful when I scheduled a meeting during the day to speak with the manger and Personnel Dept. I was supposed to be sleeping since I worked all night but the office was closed at night and I felt as a responsible adult that I needed to give two weeks notice and explain my reason for leaving. I thanked the manager for choosing me for the job seven months before and saving me and my children from homelessness. I was truly grateful and I offered to continue to work nights for the first two weeks of my new job. The manager thanked me kindly but said “as you know people quit this job every single day. They leave after working just two hours or just never show back up after their second day or a week or whatever their breaking point is. You have been a very reliable employee for seven months and I wish you luck with your new job but there’s no need to work two jobs for two weeks. Thanks for your service” So I moved on to my second full time job as a single mom.

    There’s always issues for me leaving anything that I have commited to even when it’s the smarter choice. I felt bad about leaving the laundry hanging (wink wink) but the new job was offering me a position running an office at a small business for twice what I was making at the laundry and for daytime hours. Monday through Friday 9 to 6 and every other Saturday meant that I would have to QUIT teaching my morning yoga classes 😦  but that I could still teach my evening classes if I rushed straight from work. Turned out I was late to class sometimes twice a week which bothered me more than I could stand. I stayed with that job for only three months because the office I was running turned out to be crooked and I had a problem with forging documents and lying to state government officials. Even working at the all night laundry was preferable to working days in a prison laundry so I didn’t feel bad about leaving my position without notice. The business was audited and cited for multiple violations months after I got the hell out so I felt that my move was definitely the right choice. Also I was able to I earn a salary that is over 15k more a year than that crooked job and I get $200 a month for fuel allowance since I work forty miles from home. Not a bad move up for a single mom that had been out of the workforce for almost eighteen years. The biggest problem with switching from that job to my current position is that the hours are so long. I am gone twelve hours a day and had to quit teaching yoga entirely. I could occasionally teach a Spin class but have recently broken it off with my girlfriend and I was teaching at her facility so there goes that. I loved teaching all of my classes but that’s life I guess. With such little time for my mom duties and practically no time for my self. I do what I need to do but am exhausted and I’m still struggling financially. When I get paid I pay the bills, buy groceries and gas and then I am out of money. A couple times a month something bounces through my bank account like the dot on a sing along song video. More money and more family time plus free time should make decision a no-brainer right? Not for me.

    Considerations that would keep me from accepting the new position:
1.) How much training would I recieve before being expected to manage a shop? I am a quick learner but I need to find out the duties and expectations of this proferred position before I commit to doing them. If I get in over my head I may cost the company AND/OR end up out of a job completely.  Switching jobs is a gamble.
2.) The company I already committed to has been good to me financially and they’ve done for me what they said they would do when I convinced them that I would be reliable and trustworthy.
3. The company I currently work for went to the trouble of ordering and paying for business cards with my name on them.
4. The company I work for JUST  gave me my paid vacation two months before it was due for a non work related conference. I literally just returned to work the day before yesterday.

    Now all of the reasons to take the new job:
1.) The great hours
2.) The great salary
3.) No more dealing with the unbelievable ASSHAT service manager at work that yells and screams profanity at me and comments to the other employees in this mostly male work environment about my female private parts in vulgar ways. I have hated few people in my life but I have hated him. Now I see him as a big, loud, pot bellied grumpy toddler but he makes days at work just beyond ridiculous and sometimes I hate him still. He messes with my positive energy because HATE is not something I want to spend my energy on. For months I would actually DREAD going to work and not because of the long drive or the long hours. I would dread having to deal with that douche ass manager. Days when he isn’t here run just as smooth as silk. The only reason I stay is because I can afford to be jobless for one day. If I wasn’t a mother I would have left the first day. Or gone to prison for extreme murder. Seriously.

   I am going to the interview on Thursday to see if I think I can handle the new responsibilities. Thanks Unis for giving me more big decisions to make on my own 🙂

I wish you could read this but I have already sent enough post -breakup emails to qualify as pathetic

I would like to remember our first kiss:
As we watch tv and talk about the slow movie our legs barely touch as if by accident , hands cautiously beginning to casually explore , until finally without permission we kiss. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation. The whole night had been leading to this.

It is our first kiss, and we make it last…

We kiss as if we’ve done this before but it is so new and I just want more of you. I gently kiss your mouth, and breathe along your neck. My hand in your heavenly scented delicious hair as I kiss your chin and your belly and your thighs . And we talk as we do this. We get to know each other as we slowly discover each other with our bodies. We communicate with and without words. It is intoxicating to change the way your mouth is moving by moving mine against it. And I lay you down and I lay beside you and over you and we look at each other with bright excited eyes. I hold your eyes with mine as I run my finger tips up your legs because I want you to watch me touch you and I want to feel it from your point of view. I want to touch you more and deeply. I slowly start to peel away your clothing to learn more of you , and I touch your breast, which is close to your heart. And you touch and kiss me, but I do not pay attention to me, I pay attention to you. I drown in the scent and taste and feel of you.

Time happens. We happen. It is amazing and indescribable so I won’t even try. You felt it too so you know what I mean.

You decide that I will leave so we won’t get caught. I want to stay but I look forward to the drive home. It is dark out and no one can see me doing my happy dance. Your scent is all over me and the car smells like heaven. I am effervescent with joy from the best first date ever. I know how the excitement of a night like this tries to hide the fact that connecting in such an intense way from the beginning will make the pain more intense if I return for more. I decide to never see you again so this will remain perfect yet I am greedy for that bonding that always seems to be temporary. So I decide to risk it. The thought of seeing you again is intoxicating

I may seem strong—but I wanted to ask you to be careful with my heart. My heart loves too deeply when at all. Instead I said this means nothing. It’s just fun. So fun. And you agree that night and the next day.

You did not see me as a fortress even though I put up my walls to protect myself. Walls to keep me safe from getting lost in you but you didn’t see them and eventually my walls became invisible even to me and I did not protect myself and I did get lost in you. I was kinder with your heart than you were with mine. But that was okay, it was worth it just to be around your excitement for life even if you weren’t excited to be with me anymore. So I stayed long after I knew you had forgotten that first kiss.

I stayed because I remembered those first three months when we spent so many nights dripping with joy. I tried to give you time to find us again. You’d be back to me soon you kept saying and I knew it would be totally worth the wait. I knew that if I waited until your passion for life included me again everything would be happiness. Until I realized that you wouldn’t be coming back to me and in fact I saw that you knew this too and the guilt you felt over that made me call it quits. Throwing in the towel rather than contending for your heart. I didn’t want you to feel bad for not being into us anymore.

And I thank you for this delicious privilege, which was to be part of your excitement for awhile. Your passion is amazing to witness and almost unbearable when your passion was for me. I ALMOST wish we had never kissed except for the fact that I know I will get over this stupid broken heart. Even though the brokenness makes my heart feel bigger than it is – it’s actually just the size of my little fist and not very big at all. In the beginning your love was just as big as my hurt is now but you got over it in a matter of months so I know that big things fade away into nothingness and I think that maybe we’re both better off for having the experience of the ups and downs of the roller coaster of our love. Thanks for the ride.
Now I am finding myself again.

Unis put me in timeout

     When my sons were young I never put them in timeout as punishment. I put them in timeout so that they could gather their composure and reclaim their self control. Timeout is a perfect opportunity to assess your situation and realize that it feels better to behave and stay composed and react appropriately to whatever got you upset or in trouble in the 1st place. When I used timeout with my children I never gave them a time limit. I would instruct them to go into their room and come out again whenever they could compose themselves and interact with others without being disruptive. They could rejoin the household whenever they could enjoy it but until then they could stay in their room and cry or shout or vent in whatever way they needed to. If we were at a park or a zoo I would send them to sit at a picnic table or a bench until they could realize that being unpleasant and unhappy was really a waste of a beautiful day. Sometimes my boys would be in timeout for less than a minute and sometimes half an hour but they almost always were happier when they rejoined us. Occasionally, they would come out too soon and have to go back into timeout but for the most part they used the time well and it was a useful tool. A few times over the years I had to put myself in timeout and the boys understood that I just needed some time in my room to compose myself and prepare to react to things appropriately.

     I just realized today while soaking in my hot sudsy bath that no one ever interrupts my bath anymore. I don’t get knocks on the door, or texts or phone calls. I could sit in the tub for hours and no one would try to find me. No one would even notice that my skin was all pruney afterward. I started to think about how disconnected my life is from everyone else these days and thought that maybe Unis has put me in timeout.  It’s been over two years since anyone has asked me how my day went or inquired about what I had for lunch. We all know that even when people ask these questions they’re usually just making conversation and don’t honestly care about how your day was.  They do, however, care enough about you to seem interested and enough to make conversation with you. I used to complain when people invited themselves over and also when they invited me over. I just didn’t have time to do everything I needed to do and then do things that other people wanted me to do. I’m a ‘yes’ person so I almost always did whatever people asked me to do wether it was coming over for dinner or helping them paint their house. To me they were about the same and really only inconvenient because they had to be squeezed into my schedule. I always had phone calls to try to return and text messages to answer and dozens of voice mails I needed to at least erase if I wasn’t going to listen to them.  

     Now I have no interruptions. Not only does no one ask about my day but no one really interacts with me at all. The people I see the most are people at work that aren’t in my life except at work. The people that used to send me funny texts or call to make plans or update me on their daily lives aren’t part of my life at all since I started working full time. Not one single person cares about my weight, not one single person notices if I get enough sleep or enough to eat. Not one single person listens to me talk or tells me about anything that is happening with them. I am on my own. Every decision is mine and every burden is mine. I’m like a social hermit. I don’t even have small talk to pass the time. Not only does no one care how my life is going but not one single person notices.
    
     Unis has put me in timeout and I suppose it’s up to me to come out and interact with people when I can do so happily and without disrupting others. I do see that it was a nice ‘problem’ to have to try and fit all of the people in my life into my schedule but I am also trying to enjoy this time to check in and get in touch with the real me.
    
     Where am I going from here and how long will I take to figure out when to interact again? I don’t know. I feel lonely and uncared for a lot but there’s really nothing wrong with that. It’s a natural human response. I’ve always been happy on my own reading or watching clouds or simply observing the world and that’s still true. It’s just that before it was my choice and now it’s that my life isn’t connected with anyone else’s life except peripherally. I’m staying in timeout until I know what I want to do. That may take awhile but I’m willing to use this time away as long as it takes.
    
      Right now I am like the 5 year old that goes off and pouts and pouts and realizes no one is going to come and talk them out of their self-imposed pouting corner and then realizes that no one has even noticed that they’re gone.

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  People occasionally wonder why I get so excited about the sky. It’s there all day everyday and yet I get giddy and amped up or exclaim out loud for others to “LOOK!”. I get teased sometimes and I even get scowled at (usually while driving when I catch sight of the moon, or a sunset or *GASP* both at the same time and I yell “HOLY SH*T!!! (and everyone in the car braces for an impact or other eminent threat)…LOOK AT THAT MOON!” or sunset or a storm or even sometimes a cloud. A happy little cloud. My passengers get exasperated and it’s exacerbated by my nudging periodically to say “look at it NOW!” Sometimes my boys say “MOM! We see it my gosh! It’s the moon and by the way are you TRYING to give someone a heart attack!?”

    I always wish that my photographs would do justice to what my eyes see. Sometimes I try to hurry up and get to a nearby place that I know is a better vantage point. I know several places in several towns that offer great views of sunrises and sunsets. Sometimes I take pictures while driving. I’ve actually done really well controlling that addiction because I know it isn’t a safe practice. I’ve posted some brilliant pics I took while going 80mph on the highway and I am not proud of that even though I am a little proud of the photos. I can’t always pull over to take pics but driving to and from work 6 days a week can interfere with sunrise and sunset photo shoots! Just another reason I miss being a stay at home mamma.

      A friend shared this guy’s photo with me today and I clicked though several in his gallery and I must say that the images look like the way I see the sky. This is how amazing the sky looks to me. Thanks for sharing Stace, this guys photography is amazing 😀

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True stories…

Through the steam I found myself flirting with my seductive shower head and it’s not even detachable

My left knee sports a big blue tender sex bruise while the bunion on my right foot pulses with a hot throbbing ache.

Random Wednesday Night in the Life of a Random Middle-aged Nympho involves a home hair dye kit and a bottle of wine from Publix.

Self-diagnosed & self-medicating DIY addict

    Hello my name is Kiddo and I am addicted to doing it myself. No matter what it is. So I have diagnosed myself and I do self medicate for being a DIY addict. With my busy schedule I rarely do crafts and I never get a chance to build anything with my hands anymore or even rearrange my furniture so I am not referring to those types of DIY projects. I live my life by doing ALMOST everything myself. It’s not necessarily a good thing or a bad thing it’s just the way I am. There are advantages and disadvantages to being self-reliant.

     As a self-reliant person I save time by not waiting for other people to do simple chores like mowing the lawn, straightening up the house, unclogging drains, repairing leaky pipes, emptying the trash bins, cooking, laundry etc. Whenever I do ask someone else do these minor tasks for me I end up doing them anyway because I don’t like waiting. Maybe in this case I am just impatient. I don’t complain that the other person didn’t move fast enough I just decide to go ahead and do it myself. Sometimes the other person says “Hey! I was going to do that” and I say “I know, it’s okay I got it”. Usually I just don’t ask because I know that I won’t wait.

     As a person that believes that each able bodied person should be capable if necessary of making changes in their lives for the sake of their own happiness I’ve never felt the need to use props, programs,medications or substitutes to quit smoking or drinking. I stopped each several times and know that I can again if I want to. I just have to want to enough to struggle through it on my own. I am also good at justifying my bad habits…as long as I’m practicing my Everything in Moderation theme then I should be okay. If I end up not okay it’s still okay because eventually we’ll all be equally okay.

      I don’t ask many questions. If I need to know something my first response isn’t asking someone else it’s seeking the knowledge myself. There’s so much information out there that I can find it usually quite easily and sometimes even multiple contradicting answers to the same question. Then I just have to figure out what I believe to be most likely. If I need to get somewhere and Google Maps is wrong I will figure it out on my own. Rather than asking others to tell me from their experience what will happen if I do this or that I like to learn as I go. The same holds true for my faith in the universe and what happens after we die. I like to hear other people’s opinion but it doesn’t really change what I think and feel about the biggest questions we have as humans. I almost never ask for forgiveness from people. I will admit to it when I do something wrong whether intentionally or by accident. If they forgive me then fine but if they don’t that’s fine too. Forgiveness I only require from myself. Each person should forgive others if they’re holding something against them because it’s just a better way to live but I don’t require others to forgive me. There are things that I’ve done that I will never forgive myself for but I do move on and continue my go with the flow lifestyle

      In the kitchen I also just do it however I feel like doing it. I don’t use recipes and I never even measure so each of my dishes is always a once in a lifetime event. I just figure I know the basics and the principals of how cooking works so I’ve never felt the need for recipes. I do enjoy reading recipe books sometimes but it’s like window shopping.

     When it comes to inspiration and motivation I don’t look to others to do it for me. I inspire and motivate myself. Of course I have only myself to blame for not meeting my goals. When I exercise I know that not one other person on the planet gives a shit if I run or not. Nobody cares or even notices if I gain five pounds or if I lose the triceps and abs that I worked so hard for. I exercise only for myself. When my alarm goes off in the morning I just get up and go to work. No one has to keep waking me up or remind me that if I don’t hurry  I will be late. It’s amazing that there are so many adults that can’t get themselves up everyday. Basic life skills shouldn’t be as hard as some people seem to make them. I am inspired by the world around me and the amazing people I know personally and by those I hear about or read about but if I found no other person’s life or struggle or their empowerment inspirational I would still be inspired.

     A few of the things that inspire me that have nothing to do with other people: Rain, storms, lightning,  warm breezes, cool breezes, STRONG WINDS, the moon, the stars, beaches, the oceans, rivers, puddles, teensy tiny droplets of dew, sunrises, sunsets, the way the light changes mood and the way shadows play a huge role in our lives even though we don’t even realize it. My human body, how amazing it is and how fragile it is and how it changes over time.

    I have diagnosed myself as being a DIY addict and now I will even psychoanalyze myself. It’s definitely NOT because I am a control freak. – I’m so easy going that I don’t complain when the day goes according to someone else’s whims EVEN WHEN I VERY MUCH WANT TO DO SOMETHING ELSE INSTEAD. I may get aggravated but I wouldn’t want to inconvenience anyone else with my aggravation. I’m pretty sure the REAL reason I do everything myself is because I don’t want to be helpless or vulnerable. I want to be able to take care of myself. I need to be capable of doing whatever it takes for whatever situation I find myself in. If my tire goes flat on a desolate stretch of highway at midnight, or if the thatched roof of my hut is crashed in by a heavy coconut palm while I am out on my raft during a thunderstorm I want to know that I will be able to push or pull and repair or rebuild. When technology doesn’t do what it’s supposed to do and my paycheck doesn’t get deposited on time or the light fixtures inexplicably fall from the kitchen ceiling I want to know that I won’t fall apart. I will be able to improvise if necessary and think on my feet. I want to know that I can rely on myself because I know it’s a gamble to rely on anyone else. 

  As an example of my extremes for those that don’t follow me: I recently needed to get 2 cars 7 miles by myself so I decided rather than wait until the next day when someone would be available to help me that I would do it myself. I drove one car half a mile and ran back to the other car and drove it a mile and ran back the half mile to the other car. It was a beautiful evening to see the world close up rather than zipping by in my car and also I was thankful that the reason I was hoofing it across town was because I had TOO MANY cars rather than no car. I have walked, skated, biked and jogged down those same streets because I didn’t have transportation so this was a better “problem” to have. I won’t say that my leap frog method was speedier or more efficient than having someone else drive one of the cars for me but the job was finished sooner and I didn’t have to inconvenience anyone other than myself. I don’t mind inconvenience. Life isn’t about convenience it’s about…well it’s about a lot.

     On the flip side of doing everything myself I do understand that people occasionally need help. I think that most people’s first response is to ask someone else to help them rather than trying to figure out how to do something on their own.  I almost never tell someone that I won’t or can’t help them even if it inconveniences me a great deal to do so. Since I have to REALLY want or need help to ask for it I always feel like the person asking me for help must really need me to help them. It seems very hard for me to ask anyone to inconvenience themselves for my sake so it makes sense that if they’re asking me then they must be out of options. I always say yes. I am a ‘yes’ person. Sometimes I wish I could become a ‘NO’ person but I can’t. Doing everything myself AND helping everyone that asks can be very exhausting but it let’s me live guilt free.

I won’t even get into how my need to give and receive intimate personal pleasure falls into my DIY addiction. That’s another post entirely

 To help the young people reading this:

Worksheet: WHEN DO YOU ASK FOR HELP?

The following questions will help you think about why people ask for help or don’t ask for help.

1. Check the answer that most applies to you.

________ I always ask for help when I need it.

_________ I sometimes ask for help when I need it.

________ I rarely ask for help even when Ineed it.

2. We all have times when we do ask for help. When are you most likely to ask someone else for help? (Examples: at home, from a friend, when the task is new)

3. We all also have times when we just won’t ask for help. When are you most likely to avoid asking for help?

4. Rate the following questions as True or False.

_____ Asking for help in class makes you look needy or nerdy.

_____ Asking for help shows that you are thinking about what you are learning.

_____ Asking for help puts other students in an awkward position.

_____ Asking for help means that you trust the teacher to help you.

_____ Asking for help means you are the teacher’s favorite or a teacher’s “pet”.

5. What did you learn about yourself and how you ask for help? Is there anything you think you may want to change in how you ask or do not ask for help?

Things they don’t tell you…

    Greetings from my hot but no longer scalding (like my body tepid but no longer warm) soak in the tub. My unscented bubbles are fizzling out. I’m sitting here with a ladies disposable razor gently floating from my hand while letting a realization sink in: I shave my armpits by braille.  
  
   Over the last couple of years my vision of close up objects has started to blur. I’ve started the stereotypical upward stretching of the brows, the widening of the eyes and the pulling of objects away from my face to focus on things at hand. I’ve naturally begun compensating for the gradual decline in focus but hadn’t realized until just now that it’s progressed as far as it has.
     
      This very bath while shaving my arpmits I thought “why am I even looking when I can’t tell anything at all?” That’s when I was struck by a realization: I was running my index finger along my flesh along with the razor to tell if there was stubble. I couldn’t see with my eyes if I had shaved every spot. The only way I know if my pits are shaved is by feel.

    There are certainly things that our elders neglect to mention. Maybe I will start a new series: “Things They Failed to Mention.”