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Musings on life.

Bring it on.

Pasta Riveria.

Sowing wild oats.

Nothing quinoa about this.

If you need anything

Just let me know, OK?

Is there some way I can help you?

Don’t be afraid to call if something comes up!!

I have learned the hard way

that asking for help

is not a sin.

I should not feel guilty

because I have problems.

Yet, so many people

don’t understand,

asking for help

is not a simple thing to do.

Cultural and social norms

put pressure on everyone

to be able to go it alone!

If you can’t do this one thing

then how do you expect to follow through?

Even my mother told me

“If no one else is doing it, then just do it yourself! I did it!”

Except I am not her.

I have problems because of her advice

and now even though I understand why

it still hurts to realize

she will never understand why

I can not just do it!

Whether it is a simple chore

or finding a job

or looking after my kids.

Years of coping strategies

that were more detrimental than helpful

have taken their toll.

Only now,

do I know how to use my voice

and ask for the help

I sometimes need!

Deposit only.

Fans are getting out of control.

The hurricane is increasing in intensity.

You need to go home.

Welcome to your new life!

The weather outside is deceitful.

The heating inside is warm and full.

So you really don’t want to go

Outside in the snow, in the snow.

…

Your cute meows won’t change the weather buddy, sorry.

Is it a good option?

What does it take to implement it?

Can it be afforded right now?

How impactful is this?

Answers to these questions

Are nothing if you are not willing

To take the actions moving forward.

Life can be a very viable option

But only if the quality of the life lived is valued.

The question is who determines what is valuable versus viable?

Don’t cross the streams.

Bad things happen to good people.

Face your fears.

Let go of your fears.

Aim high, you are less likely to shoot your foot off.

Go down the road less traveled.

Force yourself out of your comfort zone.

Play it safe!

Yet the worst one is trust your instincts.

Sometimes your gut instincts are fooled by the logic your head thinks is right.

Notices that cause panic.

No matter how trivial.

Things a procrastinator hates to hear.

If only things could be done on their time schedule.

Sometimes they are.

Other times… they are not.

It’s not that cold.

Visits should be cherished.

Make time for the ones you care about.

Still, there better be a large urn of hot chocolate

or better yet a firepit!

Stay in your car.

Drive past the window.

Give the workers exhaust fumes.

Complain they forgot the ketchup.

Keep the car running while arguing with the workers.

Manager says move please.

Your food may be fast

but your temper is faster.

What is there to be afraid of?

Terrorists?

Threats?

Bombings?

Serial Killers?

Bullies?

Death?

Or am I really just afraid

to admit to myself

that something needs to change?