27 posts tagged “life”

But I had done this one back in March.
I think my favorite is still
time is never wasted being me

Hey...everyone who hasn't done it yet - tag, you're it.  ;)
 

How do you feel about your birthday?  Do you look forward to it and remind all your friends, or do you dread it and try to keep it a secret?

I used to care a lot about my birthday.  My family would celebrate birthdays for a month or more and it was a big deal.  I still enjoy the day - I don't dread any of them (and was, in fact, honestly carded when I bought a beer tonight - not bad for 36 almost 37) and think it's just a number.  Age is what I feel, and, to quote Bob Dylan, "I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."

Presents are nice, but I, in line with my life philosophy, expect nothing from anyone. 

“I’m done making a priority in my life those who make me an option in theirs.” – Tracy Ann Morse

I'm fucking, totally, absolutely, completely fucking done.

That is all.

Which breed of dog is your favorite? Post a picture of it. 
Submitted by Melissa.

yeah, my ass tasted good

Respect has room for secrets but not for lies.
- Diana Gabaldon

Well, I'm rereading one of my favorite books, Outlander by Diana Gabaldon.  It is, for the most part, brain candy, and then, every so often, like the bubblegum in a blow pop, a gem shows up.  This one, while not outstanding writing, is an idea that I've never heard or seen, but is one so basic that I had to reread it several times. 

One of the things I've learned about myself is that I used to want to know everything about someone.  If I let you in to my world, I wanted to be your complete confidant, the person to whom you told everything.  Now, I didn't necessarily tell you everything about me; actually there was no way I was telling you everything, you know, my walls. 

I've come to understand that secrets are ok.  That no one needs to know everything about anyone.  (say that sentence three times fast) That as long as there's respect, secrets are expected and accepted. 

But it took brain candy to put it into words.
Go figure.

Show us your favorite winter activity.

Hmmmm...these are too easy.  I wonder what HP is setting us up for.  As for showing you my favourite winter activity.  I think I'll keep the public side of this blog PG-13 thankyewverymuch.

What's on your holiday wishlist?

Same thing that was on last year:  to be divorced and sell the house.

What are your irrational fears? 
Submitted by Dan Culhane.  

Hmmm....aren't most fears irrational?  I mean, most fear death, many fear life, all fear loss of all kinds.  And there's not a whole lot we can do about any of that.  We live - and if you're unafraid of it, life is pretty damn good.  We all die - so there's no point to being afraid of it.  And to live well, we are all going to experience loss.  So to be afraid of any of that is kind of pointless.  Accept it and as long as you grow from it, then it's nothing to be afraid of.

Ok.  Now.  That said, I am paralytically afraid of tornadoes.  Go figure.

but for a different reason.

fuck. 

not capitalized, not said with anger or overt emotion.  but said with resignation and understanding.

Two people I care about are in crisis.  Both are strong and will get through it.  But it's tough to watch.

fuck.

"When someone shows you who they really are, believe them."
- Maya Angelou

I don't much care what people think about me.  It's been one of those things that I've truly come to terms with in myself over the past year or so.  Yes, I went through a bad phase where I hit rock bottom and cared deeply that people liked or disliked me.  But I think everyone has to hit that at sometime in her life to really know who she is.

And to like herself. 

Now, I know how to play the games in life.  The work politics, the social niceties, the little white lies that get us through difficult situations.  I don't think playing those games, hiding aspects of myself to get done what needs to be done (even if getting done is just getting through), but I try to do it as little as possible.  I am who I am.  And most of those that I've shown that to have believed it and remained in my life.  There are those that didn't believe.  My not-soon-enough-ex is one of them.  And there are those that believed and moved on.  This is ok; it's the way it's supposed to be.  Because I don't exist to make anyone but me happy. 

I know that sounds selfish, but I don't care what people think.  I show you who I am - rainbows, clouds, snowflakes and everything else - believe that's who I am.  The good the bad and the ugly.  Accept it and be my friend or don't and move on.  I'm not going to change to be what you think I should be.  I will only change for me.

And I learned that one the hard way.  Which is also how it should be.  No lesson worth learning is ever, ever easy.