It takes a lot of work to be in a successful marriage. You should respect boundaries and sacrifice for one another. One of the most difficult parts of my marriage is knowing when a joke is over. Sure, it’s fun for me to distract and play, but knowing when to stop, when not to poke at my partner’s frustrations, that’s tough.
It’s knowing when the joke is over for them. Giving up the gag because the other person is no longer into it. Because making myself laugh while he cries isn’t funny. Laughter is for sharing, not just for me alone.
Sickness allows us to detach, quiet down and reconnect with ourselves.
It occurred to me, in the middle of one of my more high-anxiety moments this week, that the days are going to keep coming. The future is always right there, waiting to be had. While this can seem a bright and beautiful thing for some, to me it can be terrifying. How will I deal with all of those pressures? How will I handle everything that everyone expects of me? How can I be better? Read more
JANUARY 13, 2016 – WRITING PROMPTS
Sherry’s bare feet hit the concrete floor, cold, smooth and refreshing on the hot summer morning. The sunlight beamed through the window making her wish it was a winter cold day so she could hide away from the world and not face the truth that she held in her head and heart. Her heart was content but her head still was in a therapy session. Everyone said she was a major, mental flake, racked with guilt and loneliness. They clearly didn’t believe heaven was on her side with the decision she made. They made her feel as if the angels in her life were now heavyhearted spirits flying around her. She tried to shut off the voices that were fertile in her mind.
She now was merely a fraction of what she told she would be after high school. Computer and business was her way to the top and she was made to believe this would be her career, her fame to her family. She would envision herself handing out business cards to prospective clients, seeing her name plate on her office door and on the memos circulating through the office. She manifested her vision but only for a short time. Her soul was acting out loud with anger and frustration in every area of her life. Demanding her to dig deeper, to risk everything and to take the acoustic sounds in her very being and bring them to life with color and objects. She didn’t have to settle for who they wanted her to be. What they said she would be. She was guilty for believing them and not believing her very own youthful soul. The innocent soul at age 8 already knew what her purpose, her passion was. She would one day write for others, make them feel the emotions that the cold, level headed corporate world refused to acknowledge.
One day she quit, just walked out. In a zombie like trance, she left the existence that defined her. She was not in control of her actions. As she pushed opened the glass door to the city sidewalk, she paused and looked at the variety of shoes speeding to their next destination like a city highway. She read a long time ago, if you didn’t listen to yourself, one day your soul would make you listen. Perhaps through a mental breakdown, a mid life crisis or a rampage shooting of innocent people or even a self inflicted suicide.
Sherry feels the cold cement under her feet as her weight sinks into them. She pushes herself up off of her friend’s couch, deciding she would not be a major mental flake, racked with guilt and loneliness. Sherry doesn’t need that lesson taught to her again. A smile comes over her face as she lays back on the couch with her cam corder lifted above her. She glances to her handwritten notes about those that have succeeded and those that have not. Success comes to those who follow their passion and not the dollar bill. She may have given up financial security for her dream but her soul is now richer with intention and purpose. She believes that financial comfort will be with her again but this time through her passion. Living on PURPOSE.
SALTY, FRUSTRATION, ABILITY, KIND, PURPLE, CLEAR,
His kiss gave me a FRUSTRATION that I never felt before with his SALTY lips giving me the ability to see forever with someone. I was CLEAR on how he affected me. Like PURPLE Reign I was lost in his type of KIND. My ABILITY to pull away wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. I’d see this kiss to the end, whatever that end may be. I figured if we didn’t stop we’d end up at the hotel across the mall parking lot or just ignoring the fact that it was day light. Just let the emotion of this very first kiss to take us on the ride that I longed for and needed to feel. It had been years since I had a guy lay his lips on mine with the intention of making me weak.
When our group meets, we like to do word prompts as we’re being timed for 2 minutes or more. It’s fast, exciting and allows your creative child to play and react quickly without the editor to get involved. I’ve cleaned it up a little but this is what came out tonight.
OUR WORD PROMPTS WERE: Fried, Perfect, Broken-up, Climb, Spike, Swing-back, Happy, Energy
It wasn’t the most PERFECT day; in fact it pretty much sucked. I hardly had any sleep and the sun was blaring in through a crack in the drapes that annoyed my eyelids. I heard the knocking on my bedroom door and was hoping it was in my dream but it wasn’t. I pushed myself up with squinted eyes and feeling FRIED, as I dumped my feet on the floor. The knocking got louder and louder as I quickly pulled my sweats on and ran down to the door. There he was, my father all dressed and ready to go somewhere, anywhere but not sure where that was. I calmed him down and started the coffee as he sat at the dining room table waiting for me to wait on him like it was an old-time diner. I felt BROKEN-UP inside as I watched him staring out the window. The blank stare that I knew he would never CLIMB out of.
I had to giggle a little though as I saw his hair was SPIKED in the back. I wasn’t laughing at him but it was the innocence of him not knowing and not caring. I wished I could have that at times. To SWING-BACK to the time of youth when all I cared about was riding my bike when I got out of school, or catching your favorite song on the radio for the 3rd time of the day, or seeing the neighborhood guy, who I had a crush on, ride his skateboard down the hill. Yes, those were HAPPY times filled with ENERGY of the simple moments. I long to get that back. I especially longed for those moments of escape like a holiday as I cared for my father. I wasn’t trying to get out of anything, but trying to get into a mindset to handle the daily grind of a person going out of their mind. At moments it felt like I was losing my mind…going crazy…burnt out and at the same time grieving what the future would be. There is no turning back, no way out, it is coming as sure as the sun rises and the moon sets.