Abrupt End to Negativity

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I have been studying Abraham Hicks and Rhonda Byrne and all of the other greats regarding manifesting and centering on my well being and I have to say, it is helping me a lot. This has been four days in a row now that I have kept my cool and centered myself in times of challenge, and in times of challenge, I mean driving in rush hour traffic. Okay, so other areas as well, but with an hour long drive (one way) to work each day, it was getting annoying and now I have figured out a way to just let shit be what it is and detach from the outcome.

I am also learning that my energy is a direct reason for the shit that surrounds me. I know that might sound preposterous to some, but for me, it is working. I can’t say that I never feel any type of negative emotion, but I am learning how to let it pass through me instead of camping out in my being.

Today is May 2nd and although I started this new journey in April, I am counting each day in May to see how I feel on May 31.

I passed both my classes in school, so now I only need six more credits to get my Associate’s in Art.

I can now dedicate my time to writing my fourth book while going over edits for my first one.

I am excited about life! ❤ Have a wonderful day! There is a poem below.

Abrupt

You left without a look

As you spoke without a word

Twisted and tormented

I seized the moment 

Screamed your name

Hopped inside your soul

Together we can fall

Into this or nothing at all

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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.

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Disrupt

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Forlorn and Reborn

 

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Inhale

I can’t imagine ever

Feeling like an afterthought

To sit and wait for the tide to roll in

Timing breath with waves

Watching the sun set and rise

Rise and set

Trees live and die; motionless yet breathing

And here I pause

Forlorn and reborn

I gave from my being

You faded with a season

I watch the sand stream

Through my wrinkled fingers

My thoughts drift

Life without you

Monotonous; I smile

Exhale

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The Interest of Music and Death

Someone once said (and actually, people say it often) that people die every day. My grandparents passed a long time ago, and maybe yours did, too. My husband lost his sister to suicide in 2012 and my coworker lost his sister the same way about four years ago. There is no good reason to mourn famous people, some say because regular people die every day. No one is talking about them in the media.

So what if Tom Petty died, or Prince died, or some other famous person died. What is so special about rock stars? Why do we mourn the loss of famous people so openly? What’s so great about them anyway?

Because they connect us.

When a family member dies, the family and close friends gather all around, maybe at the funeral home or the house of the closest loved one. We all grieve together for our grandmother, father or maybe a brother, aunt or dear family friend. The family is connected. Honestly, we are really grieving for us.

It’s really the same way for us commoners with rock stars and other famous people.

They interest us. They make us feel things; heighten what we feel and sometimes make it go away. They help us to trek on, to not give up and they do it with anthemic lyrics and pulse-pounding bass. They heighten our love, loss, fear, and sex.

How many times have we tried to talk to someone who just didn’t get where we were coming from? And then we hear a song and listen to the lyrics and right then we feel it. It consumes us with such fervor, that we have to play it for someone – for that someone –  we have been trying to get through to for so long.

“Here. Listen to this. This is what I was was trying to tell you.”

First, we’re just tapping or humming along but then… then we listen to the words, and it hits us. This guy gets me. Tom Petty gets me. He’s been through it. He’s singing what I want to say. His music is for me; it is to help me cope with life when I don’t know what that word even fucking means.

Our rock stars feel like family. I cried hard and loud yesterday… I’d like to say that I cried for his family, for the loss they will feel now that their dear loved one has passed. But that’s not why I cried. I cried for myself. I cried as I listened to ‘Breakdown’ and countless other songs while I relived my youth and thought of all the times I wanted to give up.

But I didn’t. Music saved my life and so did Tom Petty.

Heaven is alive with the sound of music.

R.I.P. Tom Petty.

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Disobey The Norm

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Could we be getting any more ridiculously politically correct? Holy hell, everyone is offended by everything these days. What happened to not liking something and just getting on with life?

Anyway, since the new norm is to be habitually offended, I decided I am going to disobey it. I used to be offended long before it was a trend and after careful thought realized I was miserable all the time because of it.

I now think for myself! It is beautiful and wonderful and I feel so much better forming my own opinions rather than getting in that row of sheepy sheepletons.

No offense to anyone who follows a trend, crowd, idea, etc… it just hasn’t worked for me and I am trying something new.

How is everyone doing these days? If you are in an area that got hit by the hurricane, I am especially rooting for your triumph!

Have a blessed day.

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Memorize… what?

 

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So, in 1996 I had a stroke (brought on by taking too much Ultram) and was dead for about somewhere between 20 minutes and two hours… my six-year-old daughter found me, and after the EMT’s showed up and worked on me for nearly 30 minutes, I regained a pulse. I also gained some brain damage. After a week long hospital stay and two weeks of grueling occupational therapy, I was sent to live with my mother because I couldn’t be trusted to take care of my children.

Everone was afraid I’d start dinner and burn the house down because I forgot the stove was on or even worse, have the baby in the bathtub, get distracted by the phone or my reflection and let my baby drown because, ‘what baby?’ Or maybe I’d drive to the store with the kids, forget I went there with kids, leave the kids there and then think I lived in Oklahoma on a llama farm or something.

My short term memory was shattered. People have compared me to Drew Barry’s character in Fifty First Dates which was cute until I actually saw the movie and I wasn’t as amused as most people.

“Jesus Christ, I’m not that f**king bad,” I’d snap in annoyance. I was finally able to watch the whole movie about a year ago and laugh at most of it.

My long term memory was fine. My memory about grade school, getting picked on, and my abusive cheating husband at the time were all grooved in my brain like a brand new tire tread. I still remembered I was married (miserably), that I had four kids and amazingly every word to any song I ever heard prior to 1996. But it ended there.

I couldn’t remember anything new. I couldn’t remember that I told my mom a story (from my long term memory) every twenty minutes. I couldn’t remember that I just ate or just drank coffee or just smoked a cigarette. I couldn’t remember that the bedroom I occupied at my parents’ house was mine; my old bedroom – my childhood bedroom – was the back bedroom and now my little brother had that one. How the hell did I get downgraded to the oversized closet with a bed?

Oh right… I hadn’t lived at home since 1990. I had no clout there. I was the dysfunctional eldest daughter; the oldest sibling who could never quite get her shit together… ever. And now I was back like the beer stain everyone thought was permanently scrubbed from the carpet.

I moved out of my parents and got my kids back in 1999, and while I had great intentions and did my best, it all fell apart in two years and then I was back in a new level of hell with less kids and more drama.

Fast forward to 2017, twenty-one years later, and I can honestly say while keeping weird lists, writing down directions to a place less than five miles away, writing down on my hand where I parked the car and other things that I should remember, it is a little less daunting, but still embarrassing.

“No, it isn’t a tattoo. It is directions to my car in the parking lot.”

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There are even times I am talking to someone and the thoughts I have in my head are disappearing as I am trying to convey them. I’ll be mid-sentence and just wrap it up because I literally forgot what I wanted to say.

:(I have tried Ginko Biloba, changing my diet, more sleep, and lots and lots of brain puzzles.  Every day I do word searches and even play my own ‘memory games’ in an effort to make my brain stronger, but honestly, all I can really ever do is memorize lyrics to songs.

 

That’s it. I mean, yes, I remember other things. But I have to work really hard at it. But I don’t have to work so hard to remember music. Never music.

Maybe I should sing everything I want to remember.

Take nothing for granted my friends.

Do you have any tricks to remember stuff or are you like an elephant?

Peace and love to you all.

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Magnetic Mantra

 

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I like to be positive

Full of faith and esteem

There is no room for hate

We’re all equal, you and me

I use magnetic mantras

They help me when I’m down

You can do it; Keep going

Keep my feet firm on the ground

They’ll stick inside my brain

All those positive words and vibes

I’m gonna rock this day

And I’ll smile big and wide

So if you’re feeling down

Don’t fret; you’ll be fine

Just use a magnetic mantra

To attract what you desire

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