Tuesday Ramblings

Everyday we learn new things. Our surroundings make us look at things in a different way. What we hear shapes our thoughts and opinions. Whether we learn something good or bad, everything we perceive is processed. Visual, acoustic and tactile perceptions are encoded and become part of our short-term and even long-term memories.

Last week, I learned something VERY important. Okay, maybe it’s not that important, but something worth mentioning. It’s the last piece of solid advice my old boss passed down to me. So what is this great piece of wisdom he bestowed on me? Well, here it goes.

Everyone hates Mondays. They are terrible because the fun has come to an end, and we must carry on with our adult responsibilities. Plus, who can possibly love a day that marks the conclusion of happy times?

On Tuesday, everyone has just survived Monday, but the long week is still ahead. Friday can’t even be seen in the distance.

On Wednesday, everyone is like “Yass, it’s humpday!” We’re almost there, and the worst is far behind us.

On Thursday, you can see the finish line! Friday Jr is here, and freedom is just around the corner.

On Friday, everyone is FRIYAY! We have those Friday feelings, and the finish line to happy hour is finally here.

In conclusion, there is no point to Tuesday. It is by far the worst day of the week, and it simply sucks!

Once you learn to read, there is no stopping you from reaching your goals.

 

Letters turn into words, which combine to form sentences.
With these tools, life is jotted down and history is recorded.
Through those stories, we learn, adapt and become better.

But what’s the use of black ink on paper?
What’s the use of literature with no one there to read?

In our youth, what we are exposed to helps shape our future.
Without the necessary instruments, it would be difficult to grow.
And to cultivate those skills, it takes a team.

Reading does more than nurture our mind.
It opens the world to endless possibilities. 
It gives us the opportunity to succeed. 

 

At the age of eight, my older brother was graduating from high school. As I saw a girl walking up the stage to talk, I asked my mother why she was addressing the audience when no one else was. My mother went on to say that the young lady was the graduating class’ top student. She was the valedictorian. Listening to her well versed speech, I knew I wanted to be just like her.

I was fortunate enough to have parents who instilled in me the importance of education. I attribute my success to the first of many books my mother read to me as a child. Through her words that soon became mine, I read and read, until I was that girl on the stage.

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Missing Grandma

Four years have come and gone.
1,460 days have arrived and passed.

Time wasted no time to stand still.
The world just kept turning round.

For 35,040 hours, I’ve missed you.
For 2,102,400 minutes, my heart has ached.

I know you’re in a better place.
I know your pain is no more.

But I wish I could hug you one more time.
I wish I could see your beautiful smile.

Time hasn’t eased the pain,
But it also hasn’t erased the memories.

Those dear moments will keep you alive.
And Grandma, I will always love you.

Life is but a waterfall

Sometimes there are no words to describe your thoughts because they are a jumbled up mess. Sometimes curve balls get thrown your way, and you can’t dodge them. Sometimes you feel so lost that there is no way of finding your way back. Then, from out of nowhere, there is a tiny ray of light shining through the dark clouds. There is someone out there who makes you feel like you aren’t alone and everything is going to be alright. Continue reading

A toast to endings and new beginnings

A force of energy and excitement surrounds me.
I’ll be leaving the familiar for the unknown.
I’ll be taking on a new adventure where possibilities will be endless.

Amongst the enthusiasm for the anticipation of the new journey,
hidden underneath is a sense of loss and heartache.

I’ll miss the wonderful shared conversations.
I’ll miss the comradeship of great friends,
but all beginnings must have endings.

Here’s a toast to the great times we’ve shared.
Here’s a toast to the future that holds great promise.

Monday Reflections: Not Again

They say with age you get wiser, and through those years, you’ll learn from your mistakes. I guess I haven’t.

When I was seven, my parents were expanding the house. I should have known that construction and nails come hand in hand, but I was a kid; and it was summer.  It was just 85 degrees, which is very good weather considering hot Texas summers.

Eager to do who knows what outside, I ran out of the house without my shoes on. I wasn’t much more than a few feet out the door when I felt something pierce the bottom of my right foot.

Instantly, I remembered what my parents told me time and time again. “Don’t go outside without your shoes on!”

As I lifted my leg, I saw blood dripping down. Oops, I thought. I knew my parents wouldn’t be so happy about this.

I hopped all the way inside, leaving behind a red trail. They found it funny seeing me hop around. Their happy expression soon faded, as their glance fell on my foot. My mom being a mom started to cry. Giving me a disapproving look, my dad took a look to see the damage I’d made.

The thing I should have learned from this is to never go out barefoot when nails could be near by. Now, let’s flash forward two decades later.

Summer, 85 degrees, barefoot, water gun fight…nails…blood

Yes, I did it again! I managed to get stabbed by a nail on my right foot.

No one told me to run toward the guest house being constructed in the back of my parent’s house. No one told me to, but I just needed to get away so I could load up on some more water ammo.

I’m an adult now so it would look very ridiculous to see me hopping around. Instead, I just hold the pain in, as I try to walk as normal as possible.

So what do I reflect on today, then? Should I reflect on the things children do that they shouldn’t, or do I reflect on the fact that adults do the same things too?

 

Fourth of July Memories

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It’s that time again when smoke from hot grills surround us. The smell of barbecue fills the air and lit up multi-colored fireworks can be seen in the sky.

Today is the Fourth of July!

Today, the US flag is held up high, as we remember our nation’s history, and how today marks our independence day. It’s a day where we can smile because we are Americans!

However, as I think about today, I remember the call I received one year ago. I remember how, amongst her sobs, my sister said my grandmother had just passed away.

Fourth of July will never be the same again, but I know she wouldn’t want it to be any different. Although my heart aches, I need to make today special because she was very special. She was wonderful, and her presence lit up the sky more than any firework could.

My grandmother was bright and beautiful, and it only makes sense that she would go this day. She deserved to leave this world with a bang. She deserved her independence from this life so she could move on to one eternal.

As I stare at the fireworks today, I’ll remember that she’s amongst the stars, and she’s shining brighter than ever!

 

 

Fine Lines…

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I know there is a fine line between what should and shouldn’t be said. While some may take matters seriously, others can find humor in the most unpleasant of circumstances.

After I let go of the denial and anger of my diagnosis, I decided to take a step back and view my condition in a more lighthearted way. If epilepsy was going to be a part of my life, I had every right to embrace it as I wanted. I have control of my attitude and how I feel. It was my right to have fun!

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