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Monday musings…

“You can be happy, or you can be unhappy.
It’s just according to how you look at things.”
Walt Disney

Not every moment is a happy one. Sometimes stuff happens that makes us unhappy. Life is never, or very rarely, perfect. That’s the way life is. It is good or bad, and most of the time, it is just okay.

I am pretty satisfied with okay. In fact, to me, okay is pretty good and much better than bad. When things are okay, I am happy. Life is usually good, so I am not often unhappy.

Sadly, I have an unhappy friend. In all the years I have known her, I have never heard her laugh. Never! She does occasionally smile, and sometimes she has something positive to say, not often but sometimes.

Admittedly, she has had some hard times and disappointments, but that is the way it is for all of us. It is up to us to come to terms with the bad and sad. If it means asking for help, do it. If it means forgiving what seems unforgivable, do it…as often as needed.

Asking for help from friends or seeing a therapist is not a weakness. It takes strength and courage to be open and honest about troubles and pain. Forgiving doesn’t mean forgetting, but it does mean letting go. Letting go of the bad memories. Letting go of the hopes and wishes that were part of the dreams that didn’t come true. Letting go of those that caused pain and grief.

I have talked to my friend about these things. She says I don’t understand because I have a good life and never had to face hardship. If she only knew what I am not telling her! Maybe someday, I will be able to be completely open with her. But I still have work to do before that can happen.

Life isn’t easy, but it is good.
As Mr. Disney said, it’s all in how you look at it.

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Monday musings…

The past has no power over the present moment.
Eckhart Tolle

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I woke up about 4am this morning and could not go back to sleep. Why? Because I started thinking about something that happened many years ago. I could not stop thinking about it, and it upset me to the point I wanted to scream!

I was given some advice by someone I trusted. I did what I was told to do and it was a mistake. A big mistake! The part that upsets me is that I didn’t agree with the advice and yet I followed it. My inner self told me it wasn’t the best option, that what I wanted to do was right. Still, this person was a professional with lots of experience and I was just learning.

I know now to follow my intuition, but back then I was unsure of myself and was looking for someone else to solve my problem. The problem last night was that I was angry, not just with my advisor but more so with myself. I don’t often lose sleep over this anymore and when I do it is upsetting.

Silly, isn’t it? It is over and done and life has gone on. I have survived and flourished in spite of the bad advice and my inexperience. It has taken a lot of determination and hard work and I have come to the understanding that I am to learn from my mistakes, to put the past where it belongs, and to live in the present. Usually, I don’t let the past bother me to the point of sleepless nights, but sometimes I forget my own good advice.

I rarely think about this anymore but when I do…
let’s just say I am less than my best self.
Grrrrrr.

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Wednesday, writing whatever…

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The three-year-old girl was looking at the dark sky from her bed when her mother went in to kiss her goodnight.  “Why are you looking at the sky?” her mother asked.  “The stars are the windows angels make so the people in heaven can look down here and see us.  Pa died today so I am trying to figure out which star he is looking through, but there are so many stars,” was the child’s reply.

With tears in her eyes, the mother gave her daughter a hug and told her it didn’t matter if they didn’t know which star was her grandpa’s window because he knew which window down here belonged to her. The little girl snuggled under the covers ready for her goodnight kiss and said, “Mommy, don’t be sad. Pa knows which window is yours, too. I bet he is waiting for you to go to bed so he can send a kiss to you.”

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I still sometimes look at the angel’s windows
and wonder from which stars the people I love
are looking through and sending me a kiss.

 

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Libraries and books…

Some Tuesday Chatter at the Cafe

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My father loved to read and he shared the love of books with me.  Even before I learned to read I would go to the library with him.  He went every couple of weeks to get his supply of books and while he searched for just the right books to get I would wander the aisles in the wonder of all the shelves of books impatient for the day when I could have a library card and be permitted to take books home.

When I was finally in the first grade the wonderful day came and I got my library card.  I have not been without one since that day. Every couple of weeks I go to the library to wander and wonder and choose books just like Daddy did all those years ago.

The library here is renovating all the branches and now it is my libraries turn.  My branch will be closed for about a year.  Of course, there are other branches but not within walking distance so not as convenient. I will survive the year, though inconveniently.  It is wonderful that the library will be updated with meeting and media rooms,  and more computers.  It will be light and fresh and new. It is exciting but it is also sad. Sad because there will be fewer books, actual printed paper books with covers that spark the imagination. Real books to leaf through and read a sentence here and there before checking it out at the front desk and carrying it home.

It is probably a good thing that I am as old as I am because I will not know the day when there are no real books. When libraries will be buildings with meeting and media rooms and computers.  Nice, even beautiful buildings, but bare of shelves holding the world of books with written words waiting to be wandered through with wonder. Sad for me and sad for the readers of the future, too, who will only know e-books read on computers and tablets and phones. They will not know books that have weight and presence that can be leafed through back-and-forth, felt and held like a friend or lover.

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Friendly Fill-Ins · memories · Uncategorized · whatever!

FFI week 14…

Friendly Fill-Ins  Week 14

The Friendly Fill-Ins are four fun and easy statements to complete.
Ellen of 15andmeowing provides the first two statements,
the final two are provided by Annie of Mcguffy’s Reader.

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  1. My nickname is…well, it depends on our relationship or when you first met me.  If you are my family it’s PJ. If you met me before I was 40 it’s Pat. If you met me after I had my mid-life crisis of sorts there is no nickname just my name, Patricia.

  2. The first thing I ever won was a big box of salt water taffy. I was five or six and entered a coloring contest sponsored by a comic book company, Dell Comics(?).

  3.  I have never been to a prom.

  4. Next year I hope to have completed my mission to simplify my life by seriously decluttering and giving away many unneeded possessions.

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I say today is Wednesday…

Today at Patricia’s Place it is Wednesday.
It doesn’t matter what the rest of the world says
this is my place and if I want it to be Wednesday so be it.
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Today I am linking to
Word for Wednesday

My word is

STUMBLEBUM

noun,
clumsy, incompetent person, derelict, alcoholic,
destitute or down and out person

That’s the official definition, but my gramma and ma
used the word quite often to refer to their husbands.
Neither husband was incompetent, derelict or destitute.
They did however sometimes have a bit too much hooch
and that made them seem a little down and out and definitely clumsy.

When I was a kid I thought it was a term of endearment and maybe it was.
No one seemed angry with the men when they were in stumblebum mode.
In fact, there was a lot of laughter when the stumblebums were being…clumsy.
Now, if stumblebum mode got to the falling down and embarrassing stage,
I’m not saying it ever got to that stage, but if it did that could be a whole ‘nother word.
We’ll just leave it here with stumblebum.

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Okay, now it can be Thursday.

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