There seems to be a lot of trouble in the world these days. Everyday something terrible happens somewhere. Lately, there have been horrific attacks on our free society and people. How does one turn this ugly boat around? We have to dig very deep down into our souls and find something, anything which will makes us feel better. When we find this aspect of happiness, we need to harvest it, and get some good groove on.
While waiting around for the ballet to start, we decided to have a little dessert. We both had very early and fast suppers. As we found ourselves in front of an ice cream stand I said, “Oh, no! I mustn’t. I can’t eat that, I’m trying to lose weight.” My mother mentioned to me that she’s 85, soooooo WTF! Which means, “What The F**k!” I was surprised by her response. She’s so timely and so accurate.
A very long time ago I made a bold decision to reduce some of the high expectations “I” had created in my life. Not all, just some to ease the stress. Some of the nonsense stuff that’s useless and irritating. This idea started when someone asked me how to spell my name. My given name is Suzanne. I have been called, Suzanne, Suzie, Sue, Suz, Susan, Susanna, Suzette, Suzannie, Susonna, Su, and even Steve. The list is very long.
STOP!!! Put on the Brakes! I’ve got to do something to slow this down and fast! I’ve got to get a handle of this or I’m going to run out of time. I’m realizing that time is very precious and why did it take me so long to figure this out? Why?
I’m not sure if my family is the only one that does this. We name our best food dishes after the people who make or who have made them. Although we all make many different types of food, we only have a few specifically named. Noonie’s Spaghetti is a family classic. In my family, if a dish is made often, loved, and requested it gets named.Recently, my daughter went to Europe. Once there, she was proud to tell me that she made Noonie’s Spaghetti in France . This made me smile as this dish is now an international food!
RUN HOME! RUN HOME!!!!
As the story goes, he was up at bat and struck the ball so hard that it went sailing way out into the outfield. Above all the little heads on the opposing team. It was definitely a home run. Just then the parents and coaches started to scream at him to “RUN HOME! RUN HOME!”
He ran his little body to first base and stood there. The parents and coaches kept on screaming at him to “RUN HOME! RUN HOME!”
At a recent dinner, I noticed that the dining table surface suddenly included many cellular phones. Each dinner guest placed their cell phone next to their cutlery. During the dinner, these cell phones received frequent glances and for some, the messaging was constant. The questions to iSelf was, “Who are these virtual guests at our dining table? Who is communication with you? Why is this happening, now?”
SPRING IS HERE!!!! So….Let’s have some fun! Occasionally, I have written messages on my friend’s driveways using street chalk. Happy Anniversary! Congratulations on your half-marathon! Happy Birthday to you! I suppose no one can escape my childish escapades. Sometimes I wonder if I am simply immature for my age? I hope I am.
I ask myself this question, how does this person finish our…sandwiches?
It’s nothing you can try to understand; it just is. Where did we meet? How did I know this person before? How does s/he understand what I’m about to say? Why is there so much connection without any connectivity? Is this a soul I’ve known before? It’s got to be more than what it is. But….there’s no known history.
Each year in April, I send out a letter to my very dedicated Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation sponsors in a theme. This year I represented myself as Atlas, as I carry the weight of diabetes on my back. I want to change the world and find a cure! The gift of giving, gives more than you might know.
By mid-February the winter it is surely over. The day light hours are longer and when the sun hits the roof, the snow melts. Spring is just looming for a break through. It’s just a day or two away.
Sometimes you don’t have to say, “I love you” to mean it full heartily. Sometimes your actions will speak much louder than words. I’m a firm believer of what a person actually “does” speaks volumes rather than the words a person speaks.
These are my best intentions. I’m inspired to do this. I want to make positive changes in my life. I want to be more “disciplined” and follow through with these changes. I want all of this, this year! And…. then there is life.
Shhhhhh, I have a secret and you mustn’t tell anyone. Especially don’t tell my family and neighbours. I want them to be pleasantly surprised. I buried some treasure and everyone has to wait about 6 months to see what it is.
Hairdressing is in my blood. My maternal great-grandmother and great-aunts were all hairdressers. For some strange reason I love to cut hair, plants, almost anything. Are we born to be who we are and what we do or is the path altered along the way?
Once a party of two takes place in my home, a super duper clean-up is required. This is when I usually find what I call, cups in the corner. Those are the random items left over in the strangest of places in or around your home – like a foreign object in your space.
We all have the power to be happy. Life will always throw your curves and spitballs, but it should be your own will from within to try and be happy. One way to easily be happy is to do something wonderful for someone else. When you do good for others, good will come to you. Try it.
Have you ever spent a day without a watch on? Ask yourself this question: Does time control you or do you control your time? For me, I control my time, but I lose myself in it always – which makes me late, all the time!
Sometimes making greater attempts to work in the positive will yield more positive. Doing good things to or for others will bring happiness to you and the world. Good usually breeds more good. Do some good!
Years ago, I had an aunt who was excellent at cutting discount coupons out of newspapers and magazines. As a child I frequently asked her what she was doing and how she saved money by doing it. She said she was playing the “Store Game”. My aunt was playing a purchasing game retail stores and product manufactures had set up. If she played it well, she saved a lot of money. Also, the more often she played, the more money she saved.