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Remember every choice has a consequence. You may kid yourself by convincing yourself that a bad choice feels right. The bad choices are the easiest ones to make. It’s the right choices that feels like work.
You can fool some people but there are others who will always know your true intentions. Often, they are the ones that keep quiet.
Don’t fool yourself, you are not fooling them.
Tonight friends and I engaged in a deep conversation about relationships. Everyone has had relationships that they needed to end for one reason or another. After listening to many different stories I came up with a conclusion. If you see a quality that you hate to love about yourself inside someone else maybe it’s best you choose to let that person go before you become the worst that you could be.
I cannot believe it! I had no idea I won for a second time over at the Writer Mama’s September Giveaway. I am thrilled and feel like walking on sunshine. Winning isn’t everything but surely it’s a mood lifter. I won what I am sure will be a great book by Hallie Ephron titled 1001 Books for Every Mood. That’s not all, I also won a fabulous Writer Mama tote.
I hope you find time to stop by the Writer Mama’s Blog and leave a comment. It may be your lucky day.
Head on over to the Writing White Papers blog and nominate Christina Katz for best writing blog.
I have some cloudy days but today I am walking on sunshine and it’s time to feel good.
My friends can vouch for me, when I am happy I shout Woo Woo Woo! It’s something that just spits out of my mouth without any thought. Today, I am shouting Woo Woo Woo! I just found out that I won a great gift from The Writer Mama’s giveaway.
Just for commenting on her blog I won a book titled The Shy Writer by C. Hope Clark. I am super excited to read this book and love that the author’s name is Hope. I also won a super cool door tag from ninth moon that I will be putting to good use.
You can win too by stopping by her blog and leaving a comment.
Thanks Christina for the September Giveaway.
Good things happen in September, I just love this month and am proud to say I am a Virgo!
Woo Woo Woo!
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We all have something we need to rise above. Whether it’s a temptation or a loss, in order to gain insight and wisdom unfortunate occurences must happen. How we deal with these situations is what makes us stronger or weaker. Find the lesson in every situation and you will gain wisdom.
This week’s Friday’s song is Rise Above This by Seether
Take whatever situation that brings you down and rise above it!
Happy Friday!
What are you listening to?
Take the light, undarken everything around me
Call the clouds and listen closely I’m lost without you
Call your name every day when I feel so helpless
I’ve fallen down but I’ll rise above this, rise above this
Hate the mind, regrets are better left unspoken
For all we know, this void will grow
And everything’s in vain, distressing you though it leaves me open
Feels so right, but I’ll end this all before it gets me
Call your name every day when I feel so helpless
I’ve fallen down but I’ll rise above this, rise above this
Call your name every day when I seem so helpless
I’ve fallen down, and I’ll rise above this, rise above this doubt
I’ll mend myself before it gets me
(I’ll mend myself before it gets me)
I’ll mend myself before it gets me
(I’ll mend myself before it gets me)
Call your name every day when I feel so helpless
I’ve fallen down but I’ll rise above this, rise above this
Forty eight ways to say that I’m feelin’ helpless
I’m Falling down, falling down, but I’ll rise above this, rise above this,
Rise above this, rise above this doubtqcN3EGg#
For those of you who love to write, you are not going to want to miss Christina Katz’s back-to-school September giveaway. It’s a month full of fun! Last year I participated and won two great books.
Each day she posts a question. All you have to do is leave a comment with your answer and the rest is up to fate. If you are one of the lucky few, you will win a fabulous prize. Head on over to her blog and check out the great prizes she is offering this year.
Hope you win, heck I hope I win!
MY MID YEAR RESOLUTION IS TO BECOME A DOER INSTEAD OF A DREAMER. DREAMING IS THE FUN PART BUT WITHOUT A LITTLE ELBOW GREASE THEY WILL REMAIN FIGMENTS OF IMAGINATION.
FORGET NEW YEAR’S RESOLUTIONS, THEY ARE SO YESTERDAY. TODAY IS ALL ABOUT THE MID YEAR.
A MID-YEAR RESOLUTION IS LESS INTIMIDATING AND YOU WON’T HAVE A TON OF PEOPLE ASKING IF YOU BROKE YOUR RESOLUTION.
IF YOU START YOUR RESOLUTION NOW BY JANUARY YOU WILL ALREADY BE ONE UP ON EVERYONE ELSE.
I watched intently as he held out his large black hand. He looked at the girl and she knew. She knew he offered her love and protection. She would be safe with him no matter what. No one would ever harm her as long as he was around.
In a blink of an eye, the one who gave the girl a sense of security was gone, never to return. Did he know his time was coming? Could he sense her love for him? Was he scared? If he was he did not show it, perhaps it was another form of protection, emotional instead of physical.
Tears flooded my cheeks and my body trembled with sadness as I watched the giant ape fall from the sky. His eyes searched one last time for the one he so adored. His eyes scanned the crowd until they locked with hers. No words were spoken but I knew they said goodbye.
I was five years old; I cried and cried and cried when King Kong died
Twenty seven years later King Kong was making a return to the box office and I told my father we were going to go. I assured myself that this time I was not going to cry. I was not that little girl anymore. As I watched the large beast fall quickly from the sky my heart moved into my throat and I could feel my eyes begin to swell from tears. I lost control of my emotions, I wasn’t crying, I was blubbering. What was it about this beast that tugged at the strings of my heart?
I drifted off to sleep with King Kong on my mind. It saddened me tremendously to think that he was gone. When I awoke he was still in my thoughts and I decided it was time to try and figure out what his hold on me was.
King Kong is a Soul Story, a tale about two beings connecting without words and having an understanding of each other without needing to verbalize it.
What in my life represented that same tale? A soft voice whispered into my mind-“Your father.” It began to make sense, to me King Kong symbolized my daddy. My father was large in stature, but gentle, he was my protector, the one person I knew would never let me down. He said the words many times but I didn’t need to hear them to know he loved me and would die for me or any of his children if it ever came to that. He was a man that could command fear from the ugliest of people, but he never actually did any harm. Knowing this, I felt safe, just like the girl King Kong loved. When he fell from the building her security blanket fell too. No one could ever take his place.
I came to this realization years ago, long before my father died. Though I knew the day would eventually come, there was something about him that made me believe he was invincible and could never be taken down.
I will forever mourn the loss of my father but I’m thankful to have had one as great as him. King Kong fell from the building but his soul rose to a higher more magnificent place. My Kong may have left me in life but will forever remain in my heart.
My daughter knows I am always entering writing contests. I want my children to believe that whatever they put their mind to they can achieve. Rejections for me are notches under my belt, proof that I have been putting myself out there. Sometimes even the most optimistic person can become discouraged. Last night, my daughter asked me if I won the contest. She was referring to a small contest I entered about embarrassing moments in motherhood.
“No, I don’t think I won,” I responded. I always try to portray myself as having a large amount of confidence, because I think children become self-reliant when they have parents that exude confidence. Last night, I slipped and gave her a glimpse of me lacking belief in myself.
“Mommy will probably never really get anywhere with her writing,” I said. The answer she gave me opened my eyes and snapped me out of the self-pity party I was throwing.
“How do you know? Your life has not ended yet!” Her words made me rethink, regroup, and refocus. Life is not predictable, sometimes when we think nothing will happen something happens. Thanks to the wise words of my seven-year-old, her confidence renewed my thoughts and slapped me back into reality. Nothing in life worth obtaining should be that easy. Giving up will only make it certain that whatever you wanted to happen, won’t.
Today, I am looking for inspiration. I am busy working on an assignment and putting together a portfolio for an editor at my local newspaper. To top it off, my kids are out of school early, so Mommy duty is in full force.
How am I looking to get inspired? By hearing of your first time published stories. What was your reaction? How were you informed? Did you feel like it was a long time coming?
So, go-ahead fellow writers inspire me. Sometimes we need to hear other’s successes to believe that we can do it too.
Leave a comment and inspire a fellow writer 🙂
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