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Although I strive for peace and happy and all that, I do think the above meme is a bit judgy. To this person, busy does not equal peace. Peace = success. But, we all get to decide how busy we want to be. For some people, busy makes them happy, and not busy feels wrong, or lonely. What stresses out one person, brings joy to another, for example, jumping out of a plane. No...
This meme was sent to Blue Eyes last week by his sister. The unfortunate thing about having really awful parents, sometimes the wounds are so deep, we simply cannot see that not only haven’t we dealt with the abuse and subsequent fallout, but we are in fact perpetuating the abuse, carrying it forward, and abusing others. This is definitely the case with Blue Eyes and his ...
It’s been a doozy of a month.
I spent a few weeks this summer helping my mom (with dementia) and step dad (cancer) find a decent retirement home. It’s in the neighborhood they have lived in for the past 30 years and where their doc...
But gosh Robert Redford gave me the chills. I just innately felt like he was a good person. So ruggedly handsome he’s the one celebrity that I crossed paths with multiple times in my life. Like everyone, I knew him by sight. He was a little older than my parents, but even when I was young, and he was technically “old,” he was SO good looking. My Dad loved Robert Redford, and ...
Yes, to this:
“80% of women don’t cry, scream, or argue when they’re hurting, they go silent. Not because they don’t care, but because they’ve already said everything they needed to say and it changed nothing.
Silence is her last language. It’s what she says when she realizes her words have fallen on deaf ears too many times. When she tried to explain ...
