2013 can suck it. I had such high hopes for it and it let me down. Maybe I let it down. Or I let myself down, who knows? It sure seems that 2013 sucked for a lot of people. “Less income and more stress” was the theme and buzzkill of 2013. Continue reading
Thanks to Divorced Kat for the nomination; If I could nominate you, and your awesome blog right back, I would!
I hope I followed the instructions correctly! Continue reading
The problem with being a grown up (and by “grown up,” I kind of mean 40 and up though it can apply to younger folks), is that you’ve lived long enough to know that nothing is the “be all and end all.” If you’re anything like me, you’ve gone through many incarnations and gained and lost many attachments. Goals were either met and replaced by new ones or went unmet and were written off as “wrong fits” in retrospect.
Thus, it can be difficult to believe in or hone in on a single life purpose.
And this is where I have found myself flummoxed. Continue reading
But, I still believe in love.
I had a birth father and I have a step-father. Both of them loved me. Both of them imparted wisdom. Both of them caused me some of grief. Continue reading
In light of the recent flurry of verbose parents’ ranting status updates about their fabulous children on Facebook, here is my translation of the subtext of said posts:
My child is so utterly fantastically superior to most any other child and it must be my uncanny parenting skills that have facilitated such an undeniable fact. Thank goodness, he/she has achieved x, y or z and has a trophy, certificate, report card, beautiful face, exceptional talent or remarkable astuteness (or all of them) to exhibit as indisputable evidence that he/she is a gift to humanity. Actually, thank me for being such an extraordinary parent and being able to produce and rear such high quality offspring. And especially, thank Facebook for enabling me to alert the public to the greatness in their midst so they can be sure to start ass kissing my 2, 5, 9, 12 year old right now before he/she hits the big time. To be more concise, the world would spin off its axis without he/she/us.
I just wonder sometimes who people are directing their posts to when they gush and brag relentlessly. I know they’re proud. But that takes one sentence to convey, if it needs conveying at all. Of course I have occasionally, though rarely, been guilty of posting about my terrific children myself – still, I try to at least keep it to one sentence. I don’t think I’m better than the gushers, just get a kick out of pondering how awesomely funny it would be if they just went all out and posted my interpretation of their status updates. I wonder how many “likes” they’d get . 😉
|Edgar Degas – The Convalescent (circa 1872 – 1887)|
Today I visited a local museum. Most of the works of art were at least a few hundred years old, some dating back a further few hundred years. Continue reading
In a perfect world, after the arduous task of accepting that my husband was never coming back, I would file for divorce and leap into autonomy with grace and courage.
Alas, I did not construct my life in a way that makes the above scenario very plausible. Continue reading
Nothing puts things in perspective (and can make me feel like a whiny puss) like witnessing a fellow human being overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles! If he can do this, I, you, most of us can most certainly deal with our lots.
Watch the whole thing. And get high off the inspiration! 🙂
“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.” – unknown (though often attributed to Buddha)
I’m angry. I hate that I’m angry. It doesn’t take a psych degree to know that anger stems from hurt. And my hurt stems from disappointment. And my disappointment stems from unmet expectations…and you know what they say about expectations. Continue reading