Breaking the cycle
I broke my tread yay me
What matters
We’ve all seen the motivational piece of a poem what matters most. It goes on to say what really matters is how we make people feel and the difference we make; not the possessions or status we have in life.
What is most important in your world? Do you like it? What do you want to be the most important thing in your world?
And everyone said Go explore don’t settle. Yea well I found nothing worth “exploring” and the whole time happiness was right infront of me. Too much has changed now, it most likely won’t happen, but I should have then, ya know?
Attachment is the very opposite of love. Love says, ‘I want you to be happy.’ Attachment says, ‘I want you to make me happy.’
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| — | Jetsunma Tenzin Palmo, “No Excuses” (via Tricycle Daily) |
An old message
I had to switch my sim card into Vanessa mytouch. You’re number was not in my phone and it escaped my mind. So I sent you a fb message to tell you, you were a cute kid. (I saw a pic your sister posted). Of course when I sent you the message the last message you sent me came up. It hit a tender spot and I wonder, is it still true? Healthy wise you should really move on. Seems like you have a good thing going, why ruin it with a small-town wisconny in the back of your mind? Or heart?
“Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.”
— William S. Burroughs
There are only two types of honest people in this world, small children and drunk people.Tracy Morgan (via nedhepburn).
But I enjoy children and hate drunk people. Case in point. Tonight’s event consisted of picking up my Mother at a restaurant bar where half the people knew me.
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If you cannot find a friend who is good, wise, and loving, walk alone, like a king who has renounced his kingdom, or an elephant roaming at will in the forest.
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Buddha (via wethinkwedream) In my case if you cannot find a man who is good, wise, and loving…………. |
Solitude
I have spent quite sometime by myself lately. Life is changing, Alyssa is getting more social and the people around me are happier. All good things. But the fact that I have more “me” time and able to do more of the things I’ve always wanted to do, is kinda scary. I feel liberated and enjoying it; but there is always something in the back of my head questioning if I forgot something. Or should I be doing something more productive.
Easter then and now
I remember getting dressed up with Mom, Dad, brother and sister. Most likely my sister and I wore a matching dress. We would pile into a car and maybe go to a church service, but almost always to Grandma and Grandpa’s house. She would make ham, potatoes, some sort of vegetable and all of us kids. (like 12 of us) would hunt for Easter eggs. Grandma took all kinds of pictures. We kept this tradition as long as possible. Now in our twenties, my cousins and I would bring our families to Grandma’s house. Last year and this year Grandma decided to stay in Florida as opposed to make it back for Easter. I suppose we all have our own families and lives. Makes it hard to get everyone together. This would be a good indication to start my own family tradition. Grandma had a way of making us all feel special, she had a way to make us all a family. Now if only I could pass that on.
But for today, I get a few hours with kiddos and Easter baskets and egg hunts. After that it’s me and my sister at a Casino. Right now, I am cleaning my cat’s litter box and getting the overwhelming feeling this is my future.
