Using the word afraid
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We stopped to ask some devilish folk
If they knew how to get from here to there
Without ending up you know where
They just laughed thinking it was a joke
Though afraid, we went on considering it a dare
Every year I have a word of the year. Sometime in November or December I start thinking about what my word will be and by January 1 I know what it will be. There have been years I didn’t like the word but it is always a word I need to know and think about. Eventually, it becomes clear to me why the word was chosen for me. It’s like magic.
This year the word is
Today
I need to be reminded of this. Lately, I have been spending a lot of time in the past. Not just remembering stuff but letting some of it bother me. Though there is much of it I would like to erase from memory there is more I am happy to remember.
Besides the past, I have been thinking a lot about the future. It is okay, even wise to consider the future and make some decisions and plans for it but not to be consumed with what might happen and all the what-ifs that come with overthinking the future.
I think this has to do with being old. When one is young there is little past to think about and the future seems too far away to give it too much thought and life is busy. That changes. In time the past becomes long, the future short, and there is more time to ponder. I must remember; I have been given today and that is enough.
Today is the most important day of my life.
I am not so old that I don’t know what day it is.
I know it is Thursday and this is Wednesday’s post.
I had computer issues.
So, here it is the future and I am posting the past today.
“Optimism is an elected attitude,
a form of emotional courage.”
Julia Cameron
Optimism is something we choose in spite of the way things are…or seem to be. The world is often a scary place. It is big and filled with lots of different people that are often hard to understand and get along with a lot of the time. People tend to talk about the troubles and woes of life rather than the happiness and rewards.
It is best to not let circumstances determine how we think. It isn’t easy to face challenges, some of which can be overwhelming if we allow our fear to be bigger than the challenges. Optimism requires some work. It doesn’t just happen. Really, it is easier to just give up and be pessimistic. What a depressing thought!
Anyone can survive daily life,
but it is a person of courage who thrives.
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“For me, losing… isn’t failure,
it’s research.”
Billie Jean King
In life sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Of course, winning is everyone’s goal and first choice for the outcome of any event or circumstance. However, where there is a winner there is also a loser. That’s just a fact of life.
When we win life is good, we feel good and are happy. Not so much when we lose. Being the loser makes life a bit difficult, and we feel bad and sad or mad. But failure isn’t always a bad thing. It’s all about our attitude.
Often, we learn more from losing than winning. We learn where our weaknesses are and what we need to focus on to be better at what we do. We learn where our strengths are and how we can use them in the future. If we are smart, we learn how to lose graciously, and most importantly, remembering what it feels like to lose…we win graciously.
Using the word exchanges
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Happily shopping
Exchanges done in secret
The perfect gift found
“Christmas is a stocking stuffed with sugary goodness.”
Mo Rocca
Christmas eve we would hang our stockings for Santa to put little surprises in. They weren’t those big fancy stockings they were our own socks, the ones we actually wore. We didn’t have a fireplace mantel so we hung our socks on our bedroom door knobs and when we moved to a bigger house they were hung on the stair rail. I thought I was quite smart the year I hung up one of my knee socks. But Santa was too smart for me and he filled up the extra space with scrunched up newspaper.
Christmas morning we would dig in those socks to see what goodies we would find.
There would be a small toy when we were little and some small gadget when we were older. There would be new socks and maybe a comic book. When we were older there was perfume for me and cologne for my brothers. Yes, there was sugary goodness, too. Chocolate and peppermint candy, peanuts and bubble gum. In the toe of the sock there was always an onion. Just to remind us we weren’t that good.
The Christmas stocking is my favorite memory of Christmas morning. It reminds me of my mother’s love and humor. We were often at odds. My temper would flare and she would put on her pea mouth and give me the silent treatment but there was always something like that silly onion in the sock that let me know she loved me in spite of our differences.
I miss my Ma. Especially on Christmas morning.
