I have decided to look at blogging like free therapy. You get to speak your mind, spill your guts or rant and rave about anything from family to politics. What is the likelyhood that anyone will stumble upon my words and feel the need to comment. There seem to be so many bloggers with inspirational words or passionate views. I myself am not sure where I stand. I am not a powerful patriot, a religious fanatic or a financially driven individual. I am merely stumbling through life learning as I go. I find that it is quite useless to fight over the little annoyances and it is best to fly under the radar. By far I would prefer to be a peace keeper. There are some rather unruly, misguided youngsters in my neighborhood and they have stepped on the toes of some parents. One should never threaten another for their is certain to be a not so pleasant consequence. This is equally said for children who threaten children and adults who threaten adults. Why can't we get along? Really why is it so difficult for us to be civil, kind, honest, compassionate? Surveys show that their is more kindness in the world than not, but why do we see the rude and curt so much more easily? I struggle to teach my child "do unto other" but when she is made to suffer with cruel words or a poke in the chest from the child who has not been given this lesson than what do you do? The anger bubbles inside and the thoughts of rage lie just beneath the skin, yet it is the tears of sorrow for the tormentor that I let escape. I am sorry for the violent, angry child who so obviously is missing out on the love that each and evryone of us deserve. I pray that some day the ugliness in this world will come to pass.
If I knew what motherhood, marriage, and working for living was really like as a teen I would have been dragging my feet on the path to adulthood. But no matter what you know or don't, life simply happens. You get a job, you fall in love and get married. You are blessed with a child or children. What was once your life to live becomes a life lived for those you love. You wake up for night feedings, clean up spilled juice, and become a taxi driver. You try to squeeze in date nights, yoga class, and all those appointments. At the end of the day you're tired. And sometimes you wake up feeling tired. There seems to be little to no time for yourself anymore. Does this sound familiar? When I was 19 I took every Thursday to pamper myself. It was my personal spa day. I would give myself a mini facial. I washed my face, exfoliated, and used a face mask of some sort. And after wards I always felt like a million bucks. Something so simple made me feel great every time. But after I g...
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