In looking for a Flashback Friday, I went to 3/31/17. This was about nine months into my first year as a blogger. Then I looked at 3/31/18 & realized I was much more prolific back then. I wrote three different posts on 3/31/17 with 89 posts total for March of 2018.
What the what?!?!?
Now I’ve calmed down to write one or two posts everyday with this being #1691 in a row. Yeah buddy! Here’s a little secret, I think my writing skillz have become flat. Not sure exactly what I mean by that but I was much more cheeky then & I hurled profanity, keeping it real. I was Hemingway bleeding on a page y’all. My angst, had its own angst.
These days I write as if I’m scared. Okay, I was scared. FB banned my blog (they let me back in but I’m not biting). A few DMs came my way that put me on pause. Life kept happening but I posted my views in a more subtle way. Don’t laugh, I have been reigning it in these days. Feels less genuine somehow. I’d like to get an edge back.
Okay, now for the main event. Five years ago was a Saturday. This was my #SoCS post. Hope you enjoy the recycle. The video may not work but the movie is out there. Pulp Fiction finest.
I recently received an order missing two cards. I’m not pursuing correction. I would normally but this is found family. I’m afraid to make waves since I’m on shaky ground anyway. And least I see it as shaky ground.
Inside the envelope with my order was a note. This note was in response to an email I sent back in October 2022 & a yahrzeit from January 2023. I’m so full of gratitude to be acknowledged. I really don’t want to rock the boat by asking for two cards.
I was so encouraged by this acknowledgement from one cousin that I sent a different cousin an email with a few family records & photos related to their branch. I did this without expectations & doubt I’ll get a reply. I think I got my quota because he’s already replied twice before. I’m still stung because that was back in July when he also passed my info on to his sister who has yet to reach out.
Trying to resolve my feelings about this mess. Makes me uber sensitive to others. I definitely don’t want anyone else to feel this way. Do onto others & all that jazz. Now for a song 🎶
Let’s get this party started! Thanks Di for hosting. I’m tossing in my two cents worth 1/2 penny. HERE are the rules & pingback.
1. Do you have a lot of friends or do you know a lot of people? Hmm, define friend. I grew up in a huge blended family & my parents were very social creatures. Our community was bursting at the seams. I have life long friends who I grew up with who I do not see everyday any more but for 13 years of my life, 9 months of the year, we were in each others presence 7 hours a day, 5 day a week. We could not help but bond. They are forever friends. Over 39 years working for the same company in different roles, I have work friends who also evolve based on current job but are still friends. My kids friends’ parents have become our friends in some cases. All this prattling about to say yes to both, I have a lot of friends & know a lot of people. 2. If you are at a party and know very few of the guests, do you mingle and introduce yourself, sit on the sidelines and people watch, or discreetly leave? Sit on the sidelines & people watch until someone comes up to me to introduce themselves. We had a boss once who was always the introducer in any setting. There is always that person who can connect a group of strangers for festivities. 3. What is the best job you have ever had? The one I have right now, Compliance Risk Manager Lead overseeing regulatory change management. Sounds dull & boring but oh you have no idea. Daily shenanigans!! 4. Can you swim? Yes and I never learned how, I just could. Sounds weird but swimming to me was instinctive like a duck to water. Truth is I was probably too young to remember being taught how to swim. I grew up around water & to this day I LOVE the water – lake, river, ocean, you name it.
Gratitude: Things may not always turn out the way we’d hoped, but sometimes they turn out better. I am going through this now sort of. Therapy has helped me accept that which I cannot change & in doing so, I have come to realize what I thought I wanted was not healthy. It is what it is AND I am OKAY with that. Finally I can say that & mean it.
How obnoxious would it be making News of the Day a daily post? Not real news mind you. I imagine, quick tiny anecdotes likes the one that follows:
Microsoft Word has a new improved spell check called Editor. This tool removes the 2nd space after a period. The actual feature is called “punctuation conventions”. I can almost see Sr. Margaret in typing class marking off for one space. At this point, double space is a habit. But I let the Editor ✍️ take over. This is freeing 😄
P.S. Highschool is like a cave for the parents & their children. Sometimes I wonder how we ever made it up & out into the light of day. I can’t imagine still being in the middle of it with all that has changed.
The prompt is grunge. Thanks Jim for hosting. When I think grunge, I think STP. I picked Interstate Love Song because of this line … breathing is the hardest thing to do … Though recently I’ve turned a corner on the emotional mess portion of my life. Music is my therapy along with reading, writing, & actual CBT = cognitive behavioral therapy. HERE are the rules & pingback to join in.
Waiting on a Sunday afternoon For what I’ve read between the lines Your lies Feelin’, like a hand in rusted shame So do you laugh or does it cry Reply?
Leavin’ on a southern train Only yesterday you lied Promises of what I seemed to be Only watched the time go by All of these things you’ve said to me
Breathing is the hardest thing to do With all I’ve said and all that’s dead for you You lied Goodbye
Leavin’ on a southern train Only yesterday you lied Promises of what I seemed to be Only watched the time go by All of these things I’ve said to you
Quick roll call then we’re out the door to a drag brunch. On Saturdays when we walk, we go right past the venue – Paramour at the Phipps. The place s always jumping & the music, well enough said! We’ve always said we should plan to go one of these days. With Lulu’s imminent move, today is the first time for everything.
What the hell man? I’ve been trying to write this post by talk to text and having one heck of a time. Let’s try this again. Siri start behaving.
I’ve switched over to Jetpack y’all. Feels cool like I’m part of the Wolfpack, the Rat pack, the Brat pack or the bloglandia pack. I resisted the switch until they made me. Now I realize no big deal. The flows seems pretty much the same. For my purposes anyway.
B & Pony are working on the Smoke Shack. Lulu Belle & her kiwi are at the Farmers market. What’s a lonely girl to do? Well when that lonely girl is me, I bake a Dutch Apple pie.
Let’s go now. Time for #SoCS where the lovely Linda writes & I copy paste: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last thing you emptied.” Think of the last thing you emptied or something you empty often and use it as your prompt any way you like. Have fun! To join in, HERE are the rules & ping back.
Hmm. First thought is trash but princess 👸🏻 don’t do trash duty. 😂 . I do other chores but trash is B’s domain. Unless he can’t for some reason. And I do empty trash from the smaller receptacles inside so that B can take the big wheelie bin down the drive to the curb. One man’s trash 🗑️ is another man’s treasure.
What the what? It’s stream y’all. Balls to the wall now! AC/DC or Accept? No time, just move on.
Empty isn’t always bad. I empty out my negative feelings on a daily basis to make room for good. My heart ♥️ is full. Thanks to Charles for helping me.
And I don’t want to jinx it but with those negative emotions emptying out into the atmosphere, my physical health has improved. I’m not magically cured but definitely better. Still not naive enough to believe you can wish yourself well but you can enjoy the ride by your reactions.