Birth and death, okay so maybe it’s not a ‘funday’ Sunday blog
A lover once suggested that I include my ‘audience’ in my blogs. He then went on to explain what he meant, and it made sense. More importantly, he was interested in and encouraged my writing. I have since reaped the rewards of that advice, via the response of my readers. They shared that I was reading their minds and writing about stuff they too were experiencing.
Well, it has been quite a week for me. I’m not at liberty to share specifics, but it involves both new life and near death, and how life changes our perspectives each and every day. Who knew growing old would be this hard, although it beats the alternative. I’m not going to get into the obvious, like aches and pains, and the government not paying me enough to live the way I’m accustomed to. (it sucks btw)
The reality is that to grow older and stay involved, we need to keep ourselves aware of how we are feeling in this life. Meaning, we need something to keep us interested and, dare I say, excited? What’s the point of living each day if we have no motivation? I’m not immune to the reality of everything happening around me, and especially what’s happening in the world right now.
Oh crap, this is getting too deep and that’s not the direction I wanted to explore here. Just know that the political landscape in the world affects me deeply, and I’m trying my best to cope with it. I do this by putting my trust in good versus evil, it is the only way I can function. Surely good wins against evil, right? Well, I need something, and that’s my anchor. It’s also akin to keeping a positive attitude.
Letting go of stuff is probably the most important lesson for me. It weighs us down and makes it harder to keep that positivity and excitement we need and crave for ourselves. For me it is also all the crap I have accumulated in my condo and my place down south. Just so you know, that’s something I’m dealing with, and I have help from a very good organizer. I’m hopeful this will not be too agonizing.
It’s the mental issues that have me wondering wtf? I’m not young anymore, and my life is what I make it, and voila, there it is… on my page! See what happens when I write? I’ve been in a funk since arriving home and kinda lost as to what my life is all about. I now know why people have pets and why some drink and others just lock themselves away. I’m the lock myself away person, but not for long because I don’t do well by myself.
My physical clutter will take a while, but I’m committed; the mental part will take some time as well, but I know I have to deal with that too. I give my all to my life, but maybe I should be more discerning. Living with my heart brings me a lot of pain, I admit, but it also brings me the most joy, and I’m not going to change that. Aha… another moment, something is starting to make sense.
Be careful when giving your heart to someone. I think this only applies to the female species. This may be sexist, but I think that males are the fickle species and not us, sorry/not sorry. Men can love anyone, but women are more particular when it comes to giving of themselves. We give our all when we love someone, and therein lies my answer. There’s nothing wrong with giving of ourselves, but make sure it is to the right person.
This past week has opened up a new birth, and also a near-death experience for people close to me. I’m still here, and I’m very grateful for my life. We can only live today, and my motto of “and this too shall pass” is actually passing, and this past week confirmed this. I’m getting my life back in order, writing helps me, and thank you, Lord, sometimes I need help.
Living takes guts, and rolling with the punches and letting shit go is all part and parcel of this. The world is a crazy place right now, and I have had to let that go. Spending time with my youngest granddaughter brought me unexpected joy this week. Never underestimate the grandchildren or the grown children, for that matter.
To my kids and my family, I love you to the moon and back; you are my reason for ‘being’ and that’s a fact.
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May 18th, 2025