Monday, December 31, 2012

Daily Story



I talk to the same person almost daily.  I select one story to share with her.  It prevents me from
reliving the minutia of most of my everyday events..and loose my focus..on building a desired
future..which is the more important story.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

In the Next Room



I feel fortunate to be able to live alone.  yet there are moments..like when I can not get the shower
curtain rod to stick..I can not understand directions on how to set my new alarm clock..

When I would like to yell for the mysterious person in the next room for help

Overshadowed?



I am a mixed bag.   Most days I will be very aware of  other people's feelings and display behavior that confirms it. 

People have informed me that I improve their self perceptions and their view of the world.

I,also, make social blunders..or display bad public behavior..


Today, I was wondering if my less frequent bad behavior overshadowed, my more, shown
thoughtful behavior 

Paper Clip


I met a girl.  She has a paper clip tattooed to the inside of her wrist..I asked "why a paper clip"?

She stated: "because I want to be a writer"

Wouldn't it make, more sense, to have a pencil tattooed instead of a paper clip?

Saturday, December 29, 2012

CandyMan


Leaving Starbucks, a craving for peanut butter cups hit me.  I told,myself, to ignore it..save the money

I go to work..in the middle of the table in the break-room..was a bowl of mini peanut butter cups


Is the candyman, Jesus?

Late Night Note


I have been going through old papers.  I came upon two pieces of  my writing that my mother gave me..

The first was a snippet of a piece of paper stating:

"I am smart. I like me"

The second was a note to my mother:

" I need help.  Can you make a doctor's appointment? I think I am in a depression. I can not discuss it
with you"

While I praised myself for asking for help..the note was from upper grade school years..I wondered
what may have happened between the two expressions of disposition

Jumping Words



I was reading a novel by Jodi Picoult and a line jumped off the page.

 " a miracle was not something that happened to you, rather something that did not"


There is an expectation of instances that I may not only hold onto these words..possibly cling to them