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Thursday, 09 July 2009

  • When life is routine...

    Honestly, I can't remember the last time I was here.  I have been consumed with a game on facebook and the only reason that I awoke from the nightmare is because I am leaving for Ala. today for a long weekend, and had to stop playing yesterday.  I have been reading my subscriptions,so I haven't missed anything.  (important)...I almost didn't hear that MJ had passed and a few other people, because of my addiction.  I really have to think about the importance of being in real life, (even though I hate news)... I don't have much time , I need to work before I go so this is my thought for today.. (and the rest of the week since I'll be gone)... How can we let something simple like a game (or what ever you find that creeps in) take over your life?  It's not like being on FB is bad, it's getting so into a game or activity that it consumes your time....




Saturday, 27 June 2009

  • Clutter....

    One thing I just noticed this morning is a note pad that is hanging on the side of my fridge.  It's the long type with a "mod" design usually for list. ( Like groceries or to do list.)  Honestly, I don't think in the past three or four years that I have even noticed that it was hanging there.  Sadder still is that when I need paper to write down a phone number or something  I go searching throughout the house for a scrap of paper.  On my kitchen counter now is a ceramic type of free standing board that I use to write notes to myself or my son, with a dry erase marker.  So what am I doing with the note pad that is really just clutter on my fridge?  So I began to ask myself when I was going to begin again to de-clutter my space.
      
    The note pad got me thinking about clutter in my life.  See after I got my memory back, I began to notice that my house and life have been filled with clutter.  Clutter doesn't mean that it is useless.  It just means that it is not useful where it is.  If you can't find it when you need it...well , what good is it?  Like the note pad, I have been cleaning up my environment around me for the last couple of months.  I have already has one yard sale and hopefully I'll have another one before I leave for Boston. (visit)  When I am in my mood to clean my house and get rid of the clutter, it does not mean that I just throw things out.  Things like the note pad obviously need to be placed somewhere else so that when I need paper, I use it instead of pieces of envelopes, or mail ads...Some things, like gifts that were never anything I would have bought for my house, well those either go towards a sale or in the trash.  Let's just say I have definitely generated a lot of garbage lately... Now there are things that I have been given that really don't go with my decor but they bring back such good memories of the person or a special time that I would never get rid of them.  These special things may take a designated space  in my living room so that I can daily remember the person, but they also may be moved (like my bowling trophies and my degree ) to a shelf overlooking my bed.  Here I can enjoy them without feeling like I am cluttering my home with boastful things.  It's enough that I can see them occasionally (behind a curtain) so that when I need encouragement I know where they are...
      
      People can be like clutter.  I have tons of people in my life.  Work friends, church friends, bowling friends, they are all precious  to me.  But when there are times in my life when bad things happen, I begin to think about what kinds of friends I have.  Most of the people just say they are sorry about what ever is happening , but they really just move on and forget the pressure or sadness that I am dealing with.  Others care but they are so far away that all they can do is offer support.  Maybe... I need to clean out the "friends" who have been misplaced?  Maybe...they are just not where they should be in my life?  Maybe... if I find the real friends and put them in a place so that I think of them everyday, and toss out a few who don't seem to value my friendship, just maybe I can de-clutter my life as well.  And maybe I will recognize who my real friends are and be able to be a better friend to them as well.

      Sometimes it really hurts when you feel like you must give up on a friendship that was once extremely close but now is very distant.  But there is a saying that I will probably mis-quote baddly (sorry)... it's like.  God puts some people in your life : for a reason, a season, and a lifetime... Reason friends are there to support you for a specific time or event in your life.   Season friends are there for a time and leave.  But the special friends are there for you for your whole life (or a very long time).  I hope that God will allow me to see this more clearly and let me know who and when to let some people go...

Wednesday, 24 June 2009

  • Note to older self...

    This is not what you think... I'm sure you expect the piece to be about a note I wrote when I was young to be read when I consider my self old. (at least older).  But you would definitely be mistaken... See this is the thoughts that ran through my head last night as I ate dinner in a local restaurant.  As I sat there alone... I looked up from my delicious dinner to see a reflection of the setting sun in the glass of a partition  next to me.  I suddenly thought that I should run outside and take the picture.  (That's just what I do...) but since I was finishing up my meal and waiting on the server to pick up my card, I thought that she wouldn't like it if I suddenly jumped up and ran outside.  So as I waited I watched the reflection of the sun as it set behind the horizon.  I found myself saddened by the fact that I had missed another picture taking event in my life, when suddenly it hit me.............Wait, I live in Florida! I live less than two hours from one of the top ten beaches in America!  This sunset was "typical" for me...On the ride home (hoping to catch a good picture from my house) it hit me, my inner younger me said to the older (outer) me," Wow, YOU live in Florida".!   I guess it had always been a dream of mine to live in a big city, in some exotic place.  I grew up in a small fishing village. (very small)  I had dreamed of moving away and living in the far away places that we talked about in history class.  Well, last night it really hit home for me.  I have lived and visited places all over the world.  I have seen the desserts of Arabia, and Mount Fuji, and castles in Germany.  In the States I have gambled (more than money) in Vegas, seen the Grand Canyon, and flew to most of the larger cities here.  But the one thing that tops them all is that I live in Florida.  What I need to get from the encounter with my younger self, well, is that I really need to stop all the complaining that I have been doing lately and just realize where I am and also realize that I am truly blessed to be here..........

Monday, 22 June 2009

  • Why is it?

    Tonight I can't sleep.   Sometimes it's because things are happening and I can feel the disruption. (Okay I know I'm weird).  But sometimes it's because God lays things on my brain, and I just have to write them down (like lyrics to songs), but tonight it's strange thoughts...
    Like:
       why is it that we need to use aborted fetus to do stem cell research...-to save old people ?
       and why is it that we have spent trillions of dollars  for years on cancer research- but millions get diagnosed with cancer every year?  And the first cure for cancer is still the one that most doctors use cause it works the best.
       why is it that we can search the infinity of the universe but can not understand the delicate balance of the human brain?  (Is bipolar, and other mental disorders becoming more prominent or is it just seem that way?)
       or cure the common cold?
    Why is it that we can send a man into space but can't help him keep a job?  Why is it that the only new jobs are on Mr. Obama's cabinet?  Why is it that big corporations are getting bailouts while middle class is getting laid off?
    Why is it that prisons serve three meals a day, but homeless shelters are lucky to serve just one?  (we won't mention beds, rooms, and computers).
    Why is it that we would rather make a profit than share what we have with others?

    A final thought:  Why is it that we would rather start an argument than help to resolve one?



Friday, 19 June 2009

  • Life

    Oh the arrogance of youth!  Sorry, but it's true.  As I read your blogs about changing the world (and Xanga) I am struck by the lingering impression of just how brilliant you (younger) people think you are.  Seems you know everything.  You know without a shadow of doubt that you are the only ones who are right in your thinking and are arrogant enough to attempt to push others away.  Oh, the folly.  What I have learned in my life (and get reminded daily) is that we are never one-hundred per cent correct on any issue.  That life has so many twist and turns that it is almost impossible to have any absolute truth.  And when we take a stand on issues, we better have done our homework.  If we go into an issue with just hear say, well ,we will surely be proven wrong in some way.  Researching as many veritable as possible may limit our errors, but life will always find a way to disprove the truth as we know it.  Take it from me (older by years and experience), living life is the only way to discover who we are. And our truth is always revelent only to ourselves.  We can only hope that in our efforts to discover life that we meet people who are on the same road........

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