Energy envelops me; Buzzing, pulsating around me, seeping into my ears. Thunder of footsteps reverberates through the house. Voices echoing; My heart... lub-DUB, lub-DUB, lub-DUB . Inhale, exhale, my breath is in my chest and ears. Creaking of furniture, crinkling of wrappers, clinking of glass or ceramics. Can't think - everything echos (echos...echos...echos...). Woosh, swish,… Continue reading Strenuous Moments
Every single person, regardless of age, gender or ethnicity faces problems. Albeit different ones and to varying degrees. This week while reading The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, I came across this quote: "When we feel that we're choosing our problems, we feel empowered. When we feel that our problems are being forced upon… Continue reading Problems
Would I have done things differently?
If I had known I would get sick; that I would lose so much sensation, muscle control and certain abilities, such as: be unable to run, jump or stand on my tippy toes - what would that knowledge have changed? Would I have stressed and agonized about the impending loss? probably Would I have relished and… Continue reading Would I have done things differently?
That damn question.
It is always the same, but asked in different ways. ~ How are you? ~ How's it going? ~ How do you do? ~ How's your day? ~ Why do people ask questions like this? The majority of the time they don't care or want an honest answer. Most people are just asking to be… Continue reading That damn question.
Many times I find myself thinking, wondering... Can I ... Should I ... Will I be able to ... What would happen if I ... Why didn't I ... Would things be different if I ... This leads me to wonder - if I need to start taking action to find out the answers to my… Continue reading Can I?
Life is not a one-way street. Even when it seems that way; take a moment to look for options that may not be obvious at first glance. There is no right way. There are many ways that are correct. Beauty is in choices. Differences should be celebrated. Uniqueness is special. There is not one way… Continue reading One-Way
A struggle I face as a parent is a balance between time spent with my child and time spent without my child (outside of school and the workday). It is a paradox when I finally get a night off from parenting duties and all I can think about is what my daughter is doing. I… Continue reading Limbo
Me, Myself & I
Me - Myself - I My companions Always Us Even in a crowd We are one. via Daily Prompt: Solitary