Dream big, dream in color and shroud yourself in the cloak of belief that dreams do sometimes materialize. How truly boring life with be without holding the hope that dreams can come true.
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Written for the Trifextra Weekend Challenge
This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words inspired by the following quote from the book you could win in the WBN giveaway. Good luck!
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” ― Paulo Coelho, Alchemist
Whether it is a walk of pride or the walk of shame, some walks you have to take alone. Embracing your successes or facing up to the repercussions of decisions you have made is an individual journey. Only you can face the truth and the consequences that result from something you have been a part of – good or bad.
And perhaps that walk alone provides you the time and solitude you need to focus on the decisions that have been made previously or have yet to be made in your life. Nobody can choose your path or tell you which fork in the road you must follow. That is a conscious choice that you must decide for yourself. Forging ahead into that journey, on your own, gives you the focus you need to gather the insight into which path you will follow. Along the way, you select the people with whom you want to participate in that pilgrimage.
Some that you have chosen to accompany you on your journey may agree with your direction and some may deviate from the road that lies before you. Perhaps they were only meant to keep you company for a short distance. Others will follow you into the abyss, knowing that the course you have plotted is one akin to a path that they have chosen as well.
Regardless of how many people are willing to follow that road with you, there will always be some walks you have to take unassisted. Some roads are meant to be navigated by you and you alone. There will always be friends at the end of that road – to wipe your brow and perhaps give you a pat on the back for reaching the end of your quest unscathed, but the passage itself is a solitary journey.
Forge ahead on that secluded route. Walk strong with your head held high. Delve deep into the reasons that you have come to this particular fork in the road, and walk alone. But walk alone knowing that at the end of your journey, you have rewarded yourself with the reclusive time needed to dig deep into what you need for yourself to achieve your ultimate goal. Your journey never ends. It only begins with the next step.
I had a completely different post planned for today, but after talking to a friend that I haven’t seen in a while, my whole mindset changed.
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I believe we all begin our journey of life with a full set of wings. I’m not talking about Angel wings, but invisible pinions that give us a chance to rise above ourselves and discover new horizons. Somewhere along our path, our wings may be clipped. They may mutate from their original form and, although we still embody the same freedom of originality, our chance to soar becomes stifled and we miss some of that ability for latitude.
Life can be a daunting journey, fraught with challenges and roadblocks, but those feathered appendages help us maneuver beyond those obstacles with little effort. They give us room for movement that may not otherwise be possible allowing us a chance for an alternate illusion.
Our mere existence on this planet can be described as a roller coaster, a flurry of adventure and blurry images that stream through our line of sight at Mach 4. Somewhere in the blistering speed of that coach car we miss the visions we should be focusing on and get lost in the overwhelming barrage of outside interference. We are inundated with life. We become a victim of its vicious nature and forget to allow ourselves the power to fly because we become saturated with apprehension and doubt.
If you allow it, life will over-stimulate your senses and it will swallow you whole. It will envelop you and wrap your waking moments, keeping you mummified until you surrender your power at the end of a tumultuous and exhausting day.
Find your wings. Give yourself permission to feel that freedom again and take your life back. If the path you are on does not feel like the path you chose – fly. Rise high above it and give yourself a new perspective of your life. You may find that you still had those wings all along but you just forgot how to use them.
The Daily Prompt asks this question today:
Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious and cranky, or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?
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The items on my coffee table do not have to be positioned at precise angles at varying degrees, but things do have a certain place in my house. I am not fanatical about cleaning, but I am stringent about being organized. I don’t get many surprise visitors because I live in a very rural area, but if people drove off the beaten path and arrived at my home, I would not be frantically searching for the Swiffer or tossing newspapers or wrappers under the couch cushions.
The same goes for my desk at work. Sure there are piles of paper and file folders, but they are organized piles that I strategically am able to work through because everything has its place.
Having said that, the entrance way into my house could potentially negate anything I’ve mentioned about seeming organized, but that will be rectified soon. My entrance way is the only spot for me to store my patio cushions and other outdoor items that are longing to be freed from their winter incarceration. It’s nothing close to being a Hoarder’s episode, but it does make me a bit anxious when I see everything piled in one spot. Hazmat suits are not required, but until I win the lottery I will have to deal with the negative aspects of living in a house that is only 650 square feet. At least the rest of it is organized!
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Taking the day off yesterday was just what the doctor ordered. I had put my faith in Mother Nature to provide some sun for my entertainment, but she must have been busy shining elsewhere. Left to my own devices, I decided to delve into the creative aspects of my life that I have shelved for too many years. Writing is a cathartic and brilliant way to release the thoughts in my head, but getting back into a tactile artistic passion that seems to have been forgotten was a great way to spend the afternoon.
I used to love calligraphy when I was in high school and I was always doing one form of craft or another, so a cloudy afternoon was spent indoors with some paint, some brushes and a piece of wood. I had been trying for a while to set aside some time to create a new sign for the end of my driveway and yesterday inspiration struck and creativity flowed. This is the beginning of the sign that I hope to finish today.
In getting back into the crafty aspect of myself, I found a piece of me that had been missing. I began to realize how many of those small enjoyments I have been ignoring over the years because I was letting work and the needs of others take priority. I vowed to myself that I will start to put my needs first and make time to do the things that I enjoy. I only get to live this life once and I don’t want to look back with regret wondering why I let my life pass me by and I didn’t participate as much as I could. I don’t want to be on the sidelines doing things for other people and not be in the game.
Today is a beautiful, sunny day and I will be on my deck wrapped in a warm sweater with a paint brush in my hand. Today I’m back in the game.
Today is an important day in my life…..today I am acutely aware of the number of years I have been on this ever revolving planet. A birthday is not a number to me, but a moment to celebrate the day I entered this life. (and it’s 44, but I still feel 29 so that counts, right?…..right?)
I celebrate with many people, some I know well, some I’ve never met, but there is one important celebration that mirrors mine – my Winnie The Pooh. My mom created a stuffed version of the beloved character for me when I turned one and, to this day, I still have that somewhat tattered foam-filled creature. McCall’s created a Disney series of patterns in the 1960’s that she duplicated for my brother for his first birthday and again, almost four years later, for my birthday.
He has seen his share of joys and tragedies. He has undergone facial reconstruction and some botched plastic surgery (thanks to an over-excitable Labrador Retriever that belonged to a roommate) but he still never fails to hang in there to share year after year with me. He and I have weathered many successes and many ominous periods together, but he still remains the same source of comfort he has always been.
Although it may seem somewhat childish to hang onto a toy that I have long outgrown, Winnie still holds an immeasurable value in my life. He represents a part of my childhood that I hold dear and he continues to represent the faith that I hold in my friendships. He and I may not be able to communicate on the level that is deemed normal for friends but I still feel comfortable confiding in him, knowing that he will always be there to listen when I need him.
Happy birthday Winnie…..may we continue on our journey and have a very long life together!!
The slight shimmer of light caught her eye. She slowed her pace and bent down to get a closer look at the small item that was reflecting the sunlight. The square brown patch in the slush was embossed with gold initials on the corner. She swept the snow from around the edges and picked up the water-logged wallet. It was thick and seemed to be bulging with a collection of colorful bills. She opened the fold of the wallet to a rainbow of Canadian money starting from twenties and ending with thousand dollar bills. The discovery shocked her and she quickly put the wallet in her purse before anyone noticed what she had unearthed.
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With her head down she made her way through the crowd on the sidewalk and into her office. She sat quietly in her cubicle, turning the wallet over in her hands and battling with the angel and the demon on her opposite shoulders. They were both full of very strong opinions regarding her discovery and made no qualms about sharing their thoughts. She listened intently to both arguments before making her judgement.
Her boss understood her need to leave the office briefly and after struggling to get back into her winter coat, she made her way to the local police station to report her find. The officer logged her information and got her hopes up slightly by telling her if the wallet was not claimed within thirty days, the contents would belong to her. She left the station with her head held high, knowing she had done the right thing.
A week later she received a call from the police station asking her to come in as soon as possible. She arrived and was handed an envelope. The lucky circumstance of finding the wallet and turning it in resulted in a reward of five thousand dollars. The angel on her shoulder simply smiled and nodded.
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This post was written for the weekly Trifecta Challenge:
On to the weekly prompt. Pay attention to the third definition, as always. Good lucky!
1: having good luck
2: happening by chance : fortuitous
3: producing or resulting in good by chance : favorable
Please remember:
Life moves at a million miles an hour. And so many times I feel engulfed by its pace and overwhelmed by the many things I have to balance on a daily basis. It feels like several days attack me all at once, but I have to learn to step back and change the pace of that onslaught.
There are always two days in every week that I should learn to ignore. With everything I have going on in my life, these two days do nothing to help me live in the moment. Yesterday and tomorrow always weigh heavily on me and distract me from the here and now. I focus too much on what I didn’t accomplish yesterday and think forward too often about what is waiting for me tomorrow and I forget to live in the present.
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I need to embrace each day as an opportunity to live life to the fullest and accept whatever challenges may face me on that one day. There is no sense in worrying about what tomorrow will bring, because I will never truly know that. And there is no point in reliving yesterday, because it is over. I cannot change the past. It will reflect itself in my present, sure, but I can choose how much power I give to that reflection.
I need to lay yesterday to rest and not consume myself with thoughts of tomorrow. I must give myself permission to meet the obligations and promise of each day with an open mind and an open heart. One day at a time will let me absorb all of the life that day has to give without being consumed by the days that lay behind or lay ahead. Those days, I cannot change.
My favorite saying (and my email address in short form) is Carpe Diem – Seize the Day. Life happens – there is nothing I can do to stop the moving freight train of time and only I can choose how I ride that train. I can look out behind me and see where I’ve been, I can look ahead and ponder where I am headed, or I can embrace the vibration of the life flowing through the train and live in the moment. The choice is mine.
Today, I am making the conscious choice to forget all of the things I didn’t accomplish at work yesterday. I cannot go back and do anything differently. Today, I am making a concerted effort not to think about the fact that I will be sitting in my office on Sunday catching up on the paperwork that has eluded me this week. Today, I am going to empty sap from the buckets hanging from those towering Maple trees. Today I am going to shovel the remains of Mother Nature’s perverse sense of humor from my deck and sit in the sun with a glass of wine in my hand. Today, I am going to live only for today.
How will you live your day today?
I would imagine the combination of the two above descriptors to parallel the absolute brilliance of chocolate and peanut butter coming together to provide a delicious taste explosion. But the truth of the matter, the reason I called you all here, is to accept three awards bestowed upon me by fellow bloggers. (and since I really don’t like dispelling too much truth about myself, having to do it only once seemed more plausible)
Thank you to my good friend TwinDaddy who hails from StuphBlog. He has nominated me for the Epically Awesome Award of Epic Awesomeness. (who knew there was such a thing, but it sounds….um….awesome). His comedic brilliance, humility, heart wrenching truths and absolute Unshittiness™ are worth checking out if you have not stopped by there already. And shame on you if you haven’t!!
And then not one but two fellow bloggers nominated me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Thank you to Lissa from The Lissa Chronicles and to Nicole from My Desire for Inspiration for giving me a much-appreciated shout out. They both share honest opinions about life and what it takes to keep a smile on your face. Keep up the great writing, ladies!!
It is customary, once the awards have been accepted, to link back to the bloggers who nominated you, which I have done and tell some random facts about yourself. I’ll try to keep it light and exciting so you don’t doze off before I get to the end of this post.
The rest of the rules basically want me to play favorites and nominate a certain number of bloggers for each award. I can’t do it. I can’t single out 10 bloggers – simply because each one of the blogs I follow inspires me with their awesomeness on some level. So in the pure TwinDaddy style of being a rule breaker, I urge you to check out the list of great bloggers on my page. It will only display 50 (how rude!), but you should check them all out when you have time.
I think my speech time has come to an end….I can hear them cuing the music. Waiter? I’ll have a glass of Cabernet…..Waiter??
People handle stress in very different ways and each of us have varying extremes when it comes to our breaking point. Some are lucky and are able to desensitize themselves to the perils that compound normal levels of stress, while others become weighed down and feel like they are shouldering the burdens of the world. I am perched precariously in the middle.
I have a pretty high tolerance for stress. I can quell the volcano of emotion that begins to rise by merely separating the things I can control from the things I cannot and putting out those smaller fires, one by one. I don’t always win that battle but I do make a concerted effort to not let things bother me that are out of the grasp of my command.
But stress has a funny way of being able to continue a slow burn without any alarms going off. It smolders behind walls and can ignite spontaneously when it recognizes the slightest bit of exhaustion or defeat. Exhaled oxygen will spark the embers and the fire of stress breathes new life. I didn’t feel the heat emanating but the flames got the best of me and, when the inferno had died down slightly, the fiery beast had etched its charcoal marks deep under my skin.
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My tension is now stored neatly in large charred knots under my shoulder blades. The volcano of stress is no longer spewing lava and lighting fires as it goes, but it is laying dormant under my muscles, reminding me that it has the power to erupt with the slightest sign of newly induced tension. Any rupture in my otherwise calm facade will bring bubbling magma to the surface and give new life to that slow burn. Time for some deep breathing and a calming glass of wine!
How does your stress affect you? Is it an easily controlled burn, or does it rage out of control?
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