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~
If one could live off of laughter
Today I would be rich
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.
Eanie meanie mynie moe
Catch a sibling by the toe
If they beat you to and froe
RUN TO GOD
Because~nobody else is going to help you
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?
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
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.
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