Successful

I have been reflecting on my life. As I have always done~too much, according to some. But who are they anyway.

In the earlier years of my life I would try to go to work. But I always hated it. Jobs were always boring, grueling, and inconvenient.

Things might have been different if I had been able to get a higher education, but I had a problem completing the lower education.

As it turns out, I have been able to achieve success. Success in my eyes. When I gave up any thought of being competitive, or doing what people expected of me and started doing what was in my heart, and BELIEVING that I could do these things, my life took off.

When I was thirty people began to call me a late bloomer. But they still thought I should get a REAL job.

When people ask me the inevitable question, “What do you do?” My thoughts go flat, like east coast waves in June. It’s just too hard to explain. But I must be good at it, because I make it look easy; this thing that I do.

All things are possible~just do it~

Laughter

If one could live off of laughter
Today I would be rich
Enjoy it
In August of 2009, I was embroiled in a mediation, with my sisters, involving my mother’s estate. It was hard. It did emotional damage, but I got through it. There were changes made. Changes that keep changing.
At some point during this family battle, I wanted to know the truth!
I e-mailed, “If you care more about me than you do money, write me back.”
I have to laugh.
I got no answer.

Southern Speed

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Slow down you move too fast….You got to make the morning last now……words by Simon and Garfunkel..

I’m stuck in the South. I call myself stuck, because I would not be here if I didn’t have to be. It would not be my choice.

If I had my way I would be in Costa Rica. Yeah, it’s further south, but North Florida is the south, that I call South.

I listen to NPR, and this morning. I heard a comment about the speed of technology. Everything in social media is accelerating at break neck speed and they have a class you can go to, to assist you in keeping up with the pace. NOT

I like slow. The South, like many other things are way too fast for me now.

I want to be true to MY speed~slower than southern slow.

Where do we think we’re all going anyway?

 

Tattle TALE

Deutsch: Rassel mit Schamanenkrone; Haida; Nor...

Word’s go rattle rattle rattle

People-go tattle tattle tattle

THERE’S A DEAD MAN HANGING IN THE TREE

HE’S LOOKING AT YOU AND HE’S LOOKING AT ME

I SAY I’M GOOD

YOU SAY I’M NOT

THE ROAD SPINS BOTH WAYS

THE BLOOD BEGINS TO CLOT

There’s a broom in the corner

so give your floor a sweep

look into the mirror

wake up from your sleep

THERE’S A DEAD MAN HANGING IN THE TREE

A NOOSE ON EVERY NECK

The words rattle 

The people tattle

Don’t sign your blogging contract when you’re sleeping.

This is a great blog! I laughed because I related. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Lake Superior Spirit

I can’t imagine not blogging almost every day, can you?

OK, that’s an outright lie.

I can imagine not blogging almost every day.

It almost feels luxurious.  It feels wide-open, limitless, free.  It feels like you’d have time to create wise posts.  You’d sound just like Confucius.  You could edit your posts properly.  You could use gramatically-correct language.  You would use exclamation marks and ellipses and parenthesis sparingly, if at all.

Readers would stop by your blog and nod with amazement, “What a wise blogger!  We should subscribe to her Wise Blog.  Her pearly words of wisdom will tremendously enrich our days, when she chooses to publish.”

You wouldn’t use a double negative in your first sentence.  (Remember Grammar 101?  Do not use a double negative in your first sentence, your last sentence or any sentence in between.  That involves words like “can’t” and  “not” in the same breath.  Miss…

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Seperate and Whole

When I left my home and my family I was no more than a girl, in the company of strangers, in the quiet of a railway station running scared……..

That’s a favorite line, from a favorite song, by one of my favorite singers, Paul Simon~back when he was  Simon and Garfunkel.

I woke up in the midst of family. I looked at my Facebook page and saw an invite from my granddaughter, which says that she is married. hmmmm… I believe that’s possible, but who knows. We have had a death in the family..an overdose…..it’s sad, but it happens. I avoid my two oldest sisters who were the executors of my mother’s estate, but had to step down, because they stole money decided to become opportunists………like they didn’t have enough. And it’s hard to see my brother, who I love, just because he’s my brother in a family of sisters, because he’s too much. The last time I saw him I had to listen to his outrageous made up stories.

Family…..

I write about adventure in my blog. And I am an adventurist. But it all started out……running from my family.

Some people run to a psychiatrist, I ran to Tallahassee. I was fourteen. It was one of the best things I ever did in my life.

If I think about it all, it makes me laugh, if I think too hard, I laugh hysterically.

At one time, I hung on to the idea that my family was to be treated like fine china, but the dishes have all fell off the shelf. And I just don’t have the time to pick up the pieces.

I stay separate, but whole~ THAT’S BUCKET LIST FOR ME~pura vida