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Sunday, October 30, 2016

Things That Make My Heart Hurt

Social media is kind of ugly right now.  There are a lot of things to debate.  Elections, social issues......there are a million things to opine about.

Sometimes I wade in and read.  Mostly I don't.  But sometimes I do.  Then I wish I didn't.  It's not that I don't care.

When did kindness take a back seat?  When did our own opinions matter more than anyone else's? When did shaming another for their feelings become okay?  When did dropping friends based on their feelings differing from yours become okay?

Are we really as tolerant as we claim to be?

When did opinion become fact?  Why is one person wrong and the other right?  Could you both be right? Could you both be wrong?

Do you know why someone with an opposing view has that view?  Do you care?  Why?  Why not?  If you don't care?  Why?

Just my rambling.  My eyes hurt.  My head hurts.  My heart hurts.  Can't we be just a little more kind?

Thursday, July 28, 2016

And the Second One Leaves the Nest

It doesn't get easier letting them go.  I thought Jamaica was far.  It seems that was just a practice run. This one is headed for the England Leeds Mission. 

I will miss everything about him.

The First Born Returns

13 days ago, I got my family all together again.  He's older.  He's more independent.  We are enjoying getting to know him all over again.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief

Until I am corrected otherwise, this is how this song was meant to be sung.  IMO.

Monday, November 30, 2015

Why I Don't Wear a Pink Shirt on Anti Bullying Day

I posted this to my Facebook and decided that while I don't explain myself as articulately as I would like, I'd still share this to my blog.

I remember being bullied emotionally and physically in Junior High School. No one saved me from it.  I lived with the emotional scars for a long time. Because of it, I wouldn't allow myself to be open to new friendships and I stayed cocooned with my childhood friends who I had known forever. I stayed in the safe corners as much as I could.  I am slow to trust and often second guess myself when I do.

It took years to feel like I deserved more. It took years to convince myself that I wasn't worthless.

So this is something that means something deeply for me.

****Soapbox alert**** Some people will disagree with me for parts of this and that's okay. I hope you will all continue to love me anyway.

I am skeptical of campaigns like the pink t-shirt anti bullying one. Why? Because it's easy to wear the pink shirt for one day and talk about how it's bad to bully others. What about the next day and you aren't in that pink t-shirt and you quickly walk by the person getting bullied because you are too scared/busy/embarassed to intervene. What about the next day when you see your friend send a bullying text or make bullying gestures and comments and you don't want to strain your friendship enough to intervene. 

This video gave me goosebumps.

Wear the pink shirt if you want, BUT, when you hear someone make a disparaging remark or make aggressive moves towards someone else stand up and say something. Don't cower. Don't make excuses for them. Be straight up that it's wrong.

I need to do a better job at that. Glad to have the reminder.
****Soapbox alert ended****

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Ready for Winter

It may snow today, they say. I'm ready for it. 

My scarf even matches my toe socks.