I am so disheartened this past few months, mostly it's due to the American Election.
The negativity, the threats, the bitchiness, the rhetoric and the out and out meanness. Most of that from the candidates themselves; however if you happen to have an opinion on either candidate you open yourself up to a slew of negative threatening comments.
The comments are from your so called friends. The people you profess to know and can't live without. The family of social media you've surrounded yourself with. People in your own blood family, people in your heart family.
At this point I don't think it matters who wins as I feel we've all already lost. You the people (yeah you Americans) have, as my Granny would say made your beds. I honestly pity you.
Either candidate or Party is moot at this point, it's not the destination it's the journey. Your journey up to this election has been fraught with pot holes and instead of properly fixing them you put up some bumpy road signs and moved right on up the road.
So Peace in 2016? I hardly think so, we've got to wash this road grime and snake oil off of ourselves.
Going to take my negative thoughts out for a walk, blow some air through that stink.
Be nice.
Friday, November 4, 2016
Sunday, July 3, 2016
Some days the sadness is like a wet fog.
It swirls around my face, covers my eyes, ears, and mouth.
I can't breathe, I can't hear, I can't see.
It's isolating and lonely.
It's comforting and right.
It's a living breathing entity, this sadness.
It's on me, it's in me and sometimes it's me.
The only me.
I'm tired.
It swirls around my face, covers my eyes, ears, and mouth.
I can't breathe, I can't hear, I can't see.
It's isolating and lonely.
It's comforting and right.
It's a living breathing entity, this sadness.
It's on me, it's in me and sometimes it's me.
The only me.
I'm tired.
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Days
Most days I can get out of bed, spend an hour on the computer and go kick some serious ass on the treadmill or out on the track, do some housework or visit friends and cook a fab supper for Buzz.
Some days it takes me longer to get out of bed and maybe I'll do a little less on the treadmill and need a nap before I make supper,but I still kicked that days ass.
Other days I can't jump out of bed, I can get up though and stretch a bit and maybe if I'm not too sore I can do the laundry or sweep the floor. That's about it, no walking on other days. I still however kick that days ass, because I got out of the bed. I may go right back into it, but I got up and kicked that days ass to the best of my ability.
These days I've learned to listen to my body, and actually do what it needs.
Luckily other days are becoming rarer but they do still happen. I'm gonna go kick some ass....gently.
Some days it takes me longer to get out of bed and maybe I'll do a little less on the treadmill and need a nap before I make supper,but I still kicked that days ass.
Other days I can't jump out of bed, I can get up though and stretch a bit and maybe if I'm not too sore I can do the laundry or sweep the floor. That's about it, no walking on other days. I still however kick that days ass, because I got out of the bed. I may go right back into it, but I got up and kicked that days ass to the best of my ability.
These days I've learned to listen to my body, and actually do what it needs.
Luckily other days are becoming rarer but they do still happen. I'm gonna go kick some ass....gently.
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