“Why do some people feel content not trying to better themselves? Why do they not want to learn and grow as a person?” I have been ruminating over this for a few days, since a friend and I were discussing it at coffee. I have so many half-thoughts swirling in my head around this subject. There was a time when I didn’t actively try to learn news things every day. When
“She laughed for the first time today. Like, a real laugh. Its hard to pin down the feelings I had while it happened. Of course, her brother would be the first to make her hearty laugh. Recently she has become quite smitten with him. She smiles as he gets close, her eyes start to flutter with an expectation of kisses. I can finally see a bond forming there. So, it
Added post-script: This is very much like a journal entry. I discuss the beginning stages of my early-labor and the ending stages of my relationship with my grandmother. There is not much knowledge to be shared by this post, except what we all know, that no one lives forever. So read it if you would like to see how I think, how I feel, and learn what lead up to
“Survivor” Survivor is such an AMAZING word, when you really think of it. It’s a person who survives something. Usually something heart wrenching, impossible, devastating, difficult, or crippling. Something that has the possibility of not allowing you to survive. Even when we say something as nonchalant and obvious as, “Well, I’ve survived the day” it usually means it was a pretty tough day. I didn’t “survive” my wedding, I enjoyed it.
I was on the outside of a conversation today in which someone, meaning well, implied that a widower was doing a fine job of “moving on”. Something about it struck me as off. Is this man really moving on, or is he just continuing on? Something about “moving on” screams break-up to me. The end of a relationship, where two people go different ways. They are moving on with their