Posted in Gratitude, healing, Life, Mental Health, peace, positivity, self care, Writing

Gratitude Journal

To intentionally and consisently focus on the good in my life. Please feel free to add your contributions in a comment below

  • Friends
  • Fridays
  • Fuzzy socks
  • Furry baby animals
  • Firsts
  • Fresh cut grass
  • Finger foods
  • Finger painting
  • Free stuff
  • Finally Friday Feeling
  • Fireplaces
  • Fun Fonts

“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson

NAMASTÈ 

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Posted in Gratitude, Life, Mental Health, Writing

Gratitude Journal

To intentionally and consistently focus on the good in my life. Please feel free to add your contributions in a comment below.

  • A break in the heatwave
  • Fresh mornings
  • Signs of victory
  • Alexa
  • Siri
  • Refrigerator
  • Google maps
  • Lighters
  • Pennies
  • Rainy Days
  • Brown eyes
  • Quietness

“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”― Ralph Waldo Emerson

NAMASTÈ 

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Posted in healing, Life, Mental Health, peace, positivity, Writing

Gratitude Journal

To intentionally and consisently focus on the good in my life. Please feel free to add your contributions in a comment below

  • Songs that speak to situations in my life.
  • Knowledge
  • Opportunities to help others.
  • My daughter’s father.
  • Squirrels

“Cultivate the habit of being grateful for every good thing that comes to you, and to give thanks continuously. And because all things have contributed to your advancement, you should include all things in your gratitude.”

― Ralph Waldo Emerson

NAMASTÈ 

Posted in Life, Writing

Traveling Blog Journal

So here’s the idea :

I would love to pass a blog post, as if a journal, around. For the person tagged, I’d like you to just introduce yourself and tell us from what STATE/COUNTRY you reside. I’d like you to write something interesting about where you live once you’ve identified that. Then you can add a couple of your own details, if you’d like.

Each person who is tagged, please tag someone at the end of your post, and create a pingback to this post

Most of all,

Have Fun! 💖💚🌼

Thank you!!

The honor of being our first stop on the traveling journal is Mrs. Kristian W

Posted in Life, Mental Health, peace, positivity, self care, Writing

01/01/19

I’m looking forward to this summer of fun adventures with my girls! A few changes will allow for trips to the zoo and to the Metro Parks.

I’m also looking forward to my peace of mind. This year is for me. No one is going to steal my peace of mind. This is what I lacked the most last year and my health severely suffered.

Day one… what are you looking forward to in the coming year?

#Commentbelow & let me know =}

Posted in Mental Health

Transparency

She sat and looked at her. There was such a sad aura about her, pale color, disinterested gaze. Her hair went black, her clothes now heavy with chains and buckles, weighing her to the ground. She chose dark nail color, thick eye liner, a blank “Fuck Off” stare. She has stuffed away her pink and bows, and she’s replaced it with an exterior to match her pain. 

It was four years ago, her brother had enlisted into the Air Force. She wasn’t as close to him as she would’ve liked, but this was still her older brother. Did he really want to join   the military? She was doubtful; he hasn’t mentioned nor displayed such a passion before his enlisting. There he was, September 11, 2001, he was to aboard a plane and leave Ohio in the dust. 

Al Quida had different plans for him that day; shit, they had such for everyone breathing, that day . They were aware of the comfortable complacency and weakened division among the US citizens and their government. Neither here nor there, her brother didn’t arrive at boot camp for another two weeks. 

Little did she realize, eight weeks into her brother’s basic training, her life was changed forever. He wasn’t ready to obey his commanding officer. He wasn’t ready to obey rules of the US Government. He wasn’t mature enough to handle the responsibilities in the shoes of the military. She realize that ; she didn’t fault him entirely. 

The ball started downhill, rolling faster and faster, until it suffocated her. The thoughts that kept her up stole every desire within her. The night hours laughed at her fear, flamed her anger, and destroyed her restful sleep. As the dawns rose, a swelling grew in her throat. She had to face the public, particularly her peers, as if everything was absolutely fine. 

Walking down the hallways, the colors blurred together. The sounds muffled, and it was as if  she had tunnel vision. Her palms were always sweaty, her focus was on fighting back tears, and against anger outbursts.

She began to journal on a more regular basis. She felt to much, to deeply to carry all within her mind. How was she, at just 14, expected to carry such an adult burden? How was she expected to “fake” herself as a “fine” individual when she wasn’t fine to begin with. She had no idea who she was to try and pretend she wasn’t. 

This pretty decent and well behaved girl grew into a mass ball of confusion, guilt, shame, bitterness, depression, anxiety, jealousy, envy, spite, and anger….. Before she was given the opportunities to decide for herself, who she was. 

She sat staring at her, as the transparency of her truth appeared on her tear stained cheeks. She’s been so strong…. For so long… Trying with everything within her mortal abilities to gain the acceptance of these horrendous people who begrudgingly adopted her and her syblings. She tried to obey every rule, learn from syblings mistakes, and be someone of which they were proud…

Tear after tear, unconscionable, salty, anguished and fresh. She couldn’t stop them. She didn’t want to any more. This precious young woman turned from the mirror, placed her face in her hands, and wept for herself. 

This life… Is all she knew and understood about being, and it had been hell for as long as she could remember. ” There has to be more than this!” She broke through her weakened lungs.