Checkin’ In

 

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Good afternoon, y’all. Since the dismantling of the daily post, I find that I haven’t much to post here. I am still working on edits for the book and also my third poetry book which I have pushed back twice now. Well, my husband has been in the process of opening his own tattoo shop and I have been helping out, so there is that, too.

My vacation was supposed to be this week, but last week just made more sense. I had plans to be home every day, catching up on reading and writing, but life always happens and I am cool with that.

I’ve also been studying the Law of Attraction which seems to be making so much sense. I never looked at the things that have happened to me in my life as being my fault. They were always someone else’s fault, but the more I study and look back on everything, I can see where my mood/attitude directly affected my state of mind and surroundings.

On the book, I have hit a literary (not literal) wall. I had all these plans to write all these wonderful things and help people with my stories and poetry of getting through my hell called addiction, and I just cannot think of any two words that flow.

Yes, I still plan on publishing, but most likely in July. Right now, I am working on discipline. Truthfully, I am lazy as hell, and I suck at discipline. The only time I am good at discipline is when my life is on the line, or I am super pissed off. But I am trying not to be pissed off all the time because it hinders my well-being.

So, I keep watching videos, reading books, and putting the tools to practice. So far, I do feel better and am dismissing things that previously annoyed the shit out of me. I am watching and reading a lot of Abraham Hicks stuff and noticed there are a lot of celebrities who have put these tools to practice! And take a look at their lives! Holy crap.

My biggest hang up is believing I am worthy of success. Sometimes I am pretty hard on myself, but lately, I have been catching my thoughts and switching them to a more positive stream. It says to give it thirty days, and it has been about eighteen. But I am feeling better.

It’s all a state of mind…

 

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Awkward Moments

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A life riddled

With awkward moments

Passionate

Extreme

So many tales

Tears and laughter

Grief and satisfaction

Photogenic reminiscences of a life endured

Of love suffered

Moments of agony wrapped in splendor

Only awkward felt reasonable

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/awkward/

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Slight Shift

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Let me just start by saying:

I am not crazy.

Happy Monday and all that… I have been reading and watching a lot of books, articles, and videos about the Law of Attraction because I feel like something is holding me back. Well, it turns out, I’m right. There is something holding me back:

Me.

Now, I am taking steps to shift my thinking: slight, deliberate steps and already see things changing. A girl gave me a book about it over ten years ago and I had chucked it on my I’ll never read this pile.

Now, I am reading it like it is the map to the Ark of the Covenant… and it kind of feels that way.  I am excited about life every day.

I’ve tried talking to a few people about this, and most look at me as if a second head is literally sprouting from my ear. Maybe there is?

All those annoying quotes about life being what you make it, I think therefore I am, I am what I hang around, etc., well, it turns out it is all true. And I am thrilled to know more and more people each day that are hopping on this train. I can’t imagine what the world would be like if everyone followed their bliss.

Shift your perception.

It would be heaven on earth.

Just follow your bliss.

 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/slight/

About Suicide Thoughts

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**I found this post while cleaning out my document folder. I wrote it four years ago and assume I did so because I had recently lost someone and I questioned my own mortality. **

Why People That Commit Suicide Don’t Talk About It Beforehand

I am terrified to share this, because of the stigma associated with people that attempt or commit suicide, hell, people who even think about suicide.  However, I am going to because I had a very dark moment last night that I believe only God helped me out of.  Only God because I was alone in my basement.  People don’t talk about this shit because they are embarrassed.  They don’t talk about it because they are afraid they will be laughed at, made fun of or worse yet, called a psycho and told to “get help.”

We all know someone who committed suicide.  Tragically sad, it’s true.  We sit and we think, “Why didn’t we know how they felt?”  “Why didn’t they reach out?”  “How could they do this?”

I’ll tell you why.  Because during the grey moments before the darkness consumes; before the shadows engulf the eternally depressed, We Did Reach Out.

We complained a lot.  We were sad a lot.  Or maybe even we were a little too happy.  We tried to talk about how we felt, but no one wanted to hear about it.  They were either too busy or they judged.

“Stop being stupid.”  “Don’t be an asshole – grow up.”  “You have so much to live for.  Just be happy.”

Or there is the whole: “Everyone feels like that.”  “Oh, you’ll be fine.” “Suck it up, buttercup.”

There is a subtle, consuming darkness before the thought that “I seriously cannot think of one goddamn reason to be on this Earth” hits a person.

There is that complete darkness – literal and virtual – that we sit in and we actually begin steps to take our own life.  We yell, we cry and sob – We beg God to help us.  We do this alone, maybe in the basement while our loved ones sleep upstairs, clueless.

Some of us get a fleeting moment, a millisecond in time of rational thinking – some of us do not get that sliver of hope. Some of us write notes because there is no other way to communicate, some of us do not because we have no idea what to say. And quite frankly, they didn’t want to hear it in the first place, so what is the point of a note, really?

I mean… fucking really.

So, maybe we go to the ‘shrink’ and we talk about our shit for a while and the only solution they come up with is, “You are (fill in the blank).  Here, start this medication and come back in a month.  We’ll see how you’re feeling then. And oh yeah, don’t forget the $50. co-pay.”

Or we go to the shrink and they nod the whole time we talk and they hand us a piece of paper with bullet points on it.

Or we go to the shrink and it’s so goddamn expensive it comes down to “Electric Bill or Mental Health?”

We have really exhausted every option and all we want is to be heard. We need someone to just shut the fuck up and listen.

So maybe the next time someone you know (whether you are very close or not so close) seems to be acting different or is sad (maybe for the 13th time in 3 weeks) or really happy (too happy?), ask what’s on their mind and really mean it.  Sit and listen; don’t judge.

You might just save that person’s life.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/observe/

Disrupt Your Routine

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I work for a CPA firm. CPAs are an interesting breed as they detest any type of change. I am surprised they even do electronic returns. Though, thinking back, it was resisted with much venom until electronic returns were mandated. Still, they found a way around it.

I digress.

Disruption is often suspicious when it comes to the daily to and fro of our lives – the lives of our children and pets for sure – because in routine is where comfort lies. But nothing grows without resistance and disruption. Disruption gets a bad rap because it’s inserted in statements like, “Joey, stop disrupting the class.” or “You’re disrupting the baby’s naptime.”

But, what about when we disrupt our own routines? Like, maybe you always write at the kitchen table, or walk down the same street after dinner or have the same freaking coffee (half-caff, venti with skim milk, and six Splenda) at the same coffee shop every single effing day. What does coffee with six Splenda taste like, anyway? What if you change it up? What would that look like?

It really is when we forced into change that it has the most profound effect. For me, change can be fun when I want to do it; other times, it sucks. When it sucks is when I make the most changes.

I always write the same stuff: poetry, memoirs, dramas. But what if I just throw my papers in the wind and say: Hey, why don’t I try to write a horror story? Or maybe a romance? I mean, I wrote a super creepy story about a misfit and a bag of money and it turned out pretty decent.

So… why don’t we give it a shot?

Let’s try it: I want whoever is reading this to write a blog post outside your comfort zone. If you write scary stuff? Try romance. Are you a poet? Write a short story about something. Horror writer? Write a short sappy something. Put your link in the comments here and I’ll check them out… and hopefully, other commenters will check out some links, too.

So, write something you’d never think to write, post to your blog, link in the comments.

🙂

Update on my novel: it is with a real live editor! Yes… and then I get it back and make the changes and then… submit! Woohoo! I am so excited about this story.

Think it. Believe it.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/disrupt/

Disrupt

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Frantic Hope

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I got a message the other day

It plainly said they took you away

You told me you were innocent

This was a crime you did not commit

I had frantic hope that this was true

But then I learned the painful truth

There’s so much I wish I could change

Things that I would rearrange

But all we have is the right now

And we’ll make it through this somehow

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/frantic/

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Frantic

Poetry: Book Number Two

51JUXoillXLHey y’all. Hope everyone is doing well… and if not, I truly hope that things pick up for you soon.

Now, I told you I am getting some final edits done on my novel. In the meantime, I have written a new book of poetry that will drop on March 27, 2018. Yes! Very exciting. The 27th is my son’s 29th birthday. He is currently in jail which makes me sad. He had a pretty rough life and I hope and pray that he will see the light soon and follow a righteous path. Until then, all I can do is keep talking to him, sending him books and letting him know that he is not alone.  I won’t go into detail but he truly should not be where he is right now. I know my book titles seem sad, and I truly hope people will read the description before they think these books are pages and pages of sad, mopey, woe is me prose.

In a way I guess you could say it is, but then it really isn’t. It is a comfortable way for me to express myself and let others know that it is all going to be okay.  We have all been through our share of shit. But every day what do we do? We hide it, put on the plastic face, and tell everyone “I’m fine. Everything is fine.” Even if it is far from effing fine.

I like to help people; I always have. That’s a good thing, right? However, I suck at personal interaction with people. I always have. So, writing is my way of giving back. I have been writing since I was a kid and never thought to pursue a career with it. In my twenties, I started writing again, but me being me, lacked the oomph to go that next step. Even now, I struggle with self-promotion.

So… below is a link to my Amazon Author Page. I have one book currently for sale and the other will be ready soon. Thank you to every single one of you! I truly am grateful for your following this blog, commenting when you want to and even giving a quick like here and there. ❤

Darlene’s Amazon Author Page