Although I'd love to post a new blog everyday, one of the reasons why I don't is because I'm not sure if YOU are ready for everything that I have to say.
I realize that it really shouldn't matter. After all, these are MY thoughts, however...I want YOU to chime in and add your feedback, so I can't go runnin' you off. The more that I write though, the more I realize that I haven't been as authentic as I'd like to be.
So today, I'm doing something a little different. Today, I'm being completely transparent...puttin' it all out there .
I've got two things on my mind. One I'll just briefly mention and will blog about more in depth at a later date. The other, I'll speak on today.
The first one pertains to "reaching out"...again. When will I learn? Will I ever learn? When will I stop giving to a person who's not giving back to me? Twice, within the last month I've reached out to a particular individual and both times, my arms have been left empty. Leaves me wondering...does this person even REALIZE that I'm reaching out? Certainly they're not so "cold" to KNOW that I'm reaching out, yet they are purposefully not reaching back...certainly that's not the case. At least I hope not. That would just be too hurtful to accept. So I'm going to pretend that they just don't know. You know...give 'em that whole "benefit of the doubt" thing. And...I'm not reaching out anymore until this person reaches out to me for a change. So...we'll just have to wait and see if that happens.
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Today though, my focus is (once again) on being tired. And tired I am. I don't mean tired in the sense that I need more sleep, but tired in the sense that I feel like a hamster on a treadmill going absolutely nowhere.
Shouldn't I be a little farther in life than I am now?
I'm tired. Tired of struggling. And no...this isn't meant to be a "pity party", it's simply ME...being transparent and authentic, as I said I would.
In most of my posts I try to put on a happy face. But if you could see the face as I'm writing you'd realize that it's far from happy most times. I'm tired. Tired of going to work everyday, only to pay bills (and even those aren't getting paid because there's just not enough money). And before you start lecturing me on how I should be thankful to have a job...YES...I get it, and I am. Although it makes me wonder sometimes how it is that people who are out of work are doing better than I am and I go to work EVERYDAY. I know people who've been unemployed for years yet they're always "vacationing". Either something's very wrong with our unemployment system or these people know something that I don't. Seems like working people should be just a smudge better off than those who are unemployed. Yet, I can't tell the difference.
My children and I live very humbly. We have a very modest home, drive the least expensive car on the market, don't go out to movies, don't go out for dinner, don't go on vacations, or shop regularly for clothes. We just don't have the funds for any of that.
I get paid twice a month. It takes one whole check and a portion of the 2nd just to cover rent. That leaves very little for utilities, car payment, gas, groceries, and phones. Very very little. And what little there is goes to those things and not much more. It's not supposed to be this way.
Every now and then I go out with my friends for dinner & a movie. But that's not often. Most times if I'm out with friends we are at one of their homes. Thankfully, we know how to have fun with each other without having to spend a penny. That's when you KNOW that a friendship is true...when just being in each other's company guarantees a good time. If the two of you are reading this...you know who you are :-)
Yet I'm often led to wonder...what am I doing wrong? Why aren't I further ahead? Why does it seem like I'm going backward instead of forward? This isn't what I'd planned for myself but I'm trying to make the best of it. At the same time, I know that I was destined for better. I can't believe that God put me here to go through life alone. I can't believe that God put me here to live my life "paycheck to paycheck", with nothing left over. Yet I understand that my ways are not His ways, so I have to trust that He's working things out for my good even though I'm not there yet.
Yes, I'm tired.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Are you where you want to be at this point in your life?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Thanksgiving...today and EVERYDAY
Today is the day that our country celebrates Thanksgiving. Has something to do with Pilgrims, Indians, turkeys and all that stuff.
That's all well and good, but for me Thanksgiving is more than just a day filled with too much food. It's even more than the time that I spend with my family.
Thanksgiving is a state of mind. In my mind, Thanksgiving is every day of the year. Every morning when I wake up, the first words out of my mouth are THANK YOU. Yes, I thank God each and every morning.
I thank him for opening my eyes and being able to see. For those who know me, eyesight is not something that I take for granted. After being threatened with the idea that my eyesight may one day be gone, I am truly thankful for every new day that God allows me to see.
But it doesn't just end there.
I'm thankful for every day that He gets me through at work. My job is mentally and emotionally challenging. If I had to do it alone I wouldn't make it. But because He's with me everyday, I am able to make it...one day at a time.
I'm thankful for Him being my provider when there isn't enough money (and there's never enough money. No, I'm not being greedy, and I'm not trying to have you feel sorry for me...I'm just keepin' it real and there's NEVER enough money).
I'm thankful for my children. All healthy, intelligent, and down right good people.
I'm thankful for relationships restored. I could go on and on about this one. In this area I can only say "Nobody but God". After hating and being hated by a particular individual, I realized that I had to give that person up and over to God. As soon as I did, I received such a sense of peace about that relationship. Didn't know what would come of it and had accepted the fact that it was just "over".
What I didn't realize until a year later was that God was working in that situation all along. And once I stepped out of it and gave it over to Him, He worked things out in a way that only He can.
Today, that person and I can actually speak to one another, be in the same room together, and even laugh together. Neither of us would have ever thought those things to be possible if it were up to us. But because we had nothing to do with it, and God had EVERYTHING to do with it, the impossible became reality.
Interestingly enough, that person invited me to have Thanksgiving with their family. I haven't done that in over 10 years and never dreamt that I'd be there again. I went, and had a great time. I could tell that I was more happy to be there than the person was to have me there, but that's okay. Just being there was more than I ever imagined would be.
So yes, on this day, I could go on and on about all that I'm thankful for. But because Thanksgiving is EVERYDAY for me I don't have to cram my thanks all into one day. I've got 364 more, and that's a good thing.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! What are you MOST thankful for on this day?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
That's all well and good, but for me Thanksgiving is more than just a day filled with too much food. It's even more than the time that I spend with my family.
Thanksgiving is a state of mind. In my mind, Thanksgiving is every day of the year. Every morning when I wake up, the first words out of my mouth are THANK YOU. Yes, I thank God each and every morning.
I thank him for opening my eyes and being able to see. For those who know me, eyesight is not something that I take for granted. After being threatened with the idea that my eyesight may one day be gone, I am truly thankful for every new day that God allows me to see.
But it doesn't just end there.
I'm thankful for every day that He gets me through at work. My job is mentally and emotionally challenging. If I had to do it alone I wouldn't make it. But because He's with me everyday, I am able to make it...one day at a time.
I'm thankful for Him being my provider when there isn't enough money (and there's never enough money. No, I'm not being greedy, and I'm not trying to have you feel sorry for me...I'm just keepin' it real and there's NEVER enough money).
I'm thankful for my children. All healthy, intelligent, and down right good people.
I'm thankful for relationships restored. I could go on and on about this one. In this area I can only say "Nobody but God". After hating and being hated by a particular individual, I realized that I had to give that person up and over to God. As soon as I did, I received such a sense of peace about that relationship. Didn't know what would come of it and had accepted the fact that it was just "over".
What I didn't realize until a year later was that God was working in that situation all along. And once I stepped out of it and gave it over to Him, He worked things out in a way that only He can.
Today, that person and I can actually speak to one another, be in the same room together, and even laugh together. Neither of us would have ever thought those things to be possible if it were up to us. But because we had nothing to do with it, and God had EVERYTHING to do with it, the impossible became reality.
Interestingly enough, that person invited me to have Thanksgiving with their family. I haven't done that in over 10 years and never dreamt that I'd be there again. I went, and had a great time. I could tell that I was more happy to be there than the person was to have me there, but that's okay. Just being there was more than I ever imagined would be.
So yes, on this day, I could go on and on about all that I'm thankful for. But because Thanksgiving is EVERYDAY for me I don't have to cram my thanks all into one day. I've got 364 more, and that's a good thing.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! What are you MOST thankful for on this day?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
My Heavenly Dream
Last night I had a lovely dream about Heaven. I was there.
Not the Heaven that I've imagined but very peaceful nonetheless.
I don't know how I got there but the first recollection of the dream began with me waiting in line. I was waiting in line to get to the desk where I was to "check in" so to speak.
I get to the desk and there's a box with 3x5 index cards in it. One these cards were written the names of everyone who was allowed in. I went through the cards the first time and didn't find my name. Uh oh. So I went through the cards again. Still...nothing.
Then, a woman walks up to me and asks if she can help. I tell her yes...I can't find my name in the box.
She tells me that my name isn't in the box. BIG uh oh.
Then she directs me to another table. On that table is a plaque with my name on it and a home made button that someone made for me to wear. Wow! A plaque and a button...how 'bout that! Although at that point I really didn't care. My name could have been written on a square sheet of toilet paper...as long as my name was in Heaven SOMEWHERE...that's all that really mattered.
So I proceed with my tour through Heaven and I spot my children. All 3 of them were there, and I was so relieved.
Then I asked about their Dad. Was he there too? They told me that he was and they pointed toward where he was. He was hanging out with some other men discussing ways to make money. Didn't make much sense to me. After all...why would they need money in Heaven?
Then I thought, well...in his Heaven it would make total sense. He's an "entrepreneur at heart" and making money would definitely fit into his Heaven. I was just glad to see him there.
Then came God. Yes...God. And in my dream, God was a woman. She resembled Yolanda Adams (for those familiar with Gospel music).
She welcomed me into Heaven and showed me a snippet of my life. She knew how sad I had been at many times in my life and she wanted me to know that she was with me each and every time. I was never alone...even during the times when I'd felt completely alone.
She showed me a time when some crazed man kicked me in my stomach. It was a hard blow. And more than the pain that came with the force of his kick, was the pain that came from my children who were right there when the man kicked me. They should not have had to witness that. Then the snippet stopped and God said to me, "Yes...even then, I was right there with you."
Then the dream switched to a party seen. Although it wasn't the actual party, it was the clean-up that came after the party. There was so much food left over. And on a table was a HUGE bowl of marinated artichokes. Whoa! I LOVE marinated artichokes. So I went over to ask one of the servants if I could have one...just one. The servant told me NO. Wow. So I started to walk away.
Then the servant stopped me and said, "I was just kidding. Take as many as you'd like. Here, take the whole bowl." Really? So I did. With the huge bowl in hand I headed off to my Heavenly room. I had my own room in Heaven.
I've heard many people get excited about the fact that they'll have their own MANSION in Heaven, but I could care less about that. I don't NEED a MANSION. I'd be happy with just a room. And to be quite honest, even if I had to share that room, I'd still be fine...just as long as I'm there...in Heaven.
Okay...so back to the dream (I know, it's a long one, and I can't believe that I've remembered so much. Usually they fade away the minute I wake up).
So I'm heading to my room, and on the way there I pass by God. And all of a sudden I was just overcome. The tears just ran down my face. I told God how thankful I was. I thanked God for being with my all my life. I just cried and cried and felt so much at peace. Real peace. Peace like I'd never felt before.
God nodded and just said,"I know".
And then...I woke up.
Let the DIALOGUE begin(you can probably guess the topic)! Have you had any interesting dreams lately?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Not the Heaven that I've imagined but very peaceful nonetheless.
I don't know how I got there but the first recollection of the dream began with me waiting in line. I was waiting in line to get to the desk where I was to "check in" so to speak.
I get to the desk and there's a box with 3x5 index cards in it. One these cards were written the names of everyone who was allowed in. I went through the cards the first time and didn't find my name. Uh oh. So I went through the cards again. Still...nothing.
Then, a woman walks up to me and asks if she can help. I tell her yes...I can't find my name in the box.
She tells me that my name isn't in the box. BIG uh oh.
Then she directs me to another table. On that table is a plaque with my name on it and a home made button that someone made for me to wear. Wow! A plaque and a button...how 'bout that! Although at that point I really didn't care. My name could have been written on a square sheet of toilet paper...as long as my name was in Heaven SOMEWHERE...that's all that really mattered.
So I proceed with my tour through Heaven and I spot my children. All 3 of them were there, and I was so relieved.
Then I asked about their Dad. Was he there too? They told me that he was and they pointed toward where he was. He was hanging out with some other men discussing ways to make money. Didn't make much sense to me. After all...why would they need money in Heaven?
Then I thought, well...in his Heaven it would make total sense. He's an "entrepreneur at heart" and making money would definitely fit into his Heaven. I was just glad to see him there.
Then came God. Yes...God. And in my dream, God was a woman. She resembled Yolanda Adams (for those familiar with Gospel music).
She welcomed me into Heaven and showed me a snippet of my life. She knew how sad I had been at many times in my life and she wanted me to know that she was with me each and every time. I was never alone...even during the times when I'd felt completely alone.
She showed me a time when some crazed man kicked me in my stomach. It was a hard blow. And more than the pain that came with the force of his kick, was the pain that came from my children who were right there when the man kicked me. They should not have had to witness that. Then the snippet stopped and God said to me, "Yes...even then, I was right there with you."
Then the dream switched to a party seen. Although it wasn't the actual party, it was the clean-up that came after the party. There was so much food left over. And on a table was a HUGE bowl of marinated artichokes. Whoa! I LOVE marinated artichokes. So I went over to ask one of the servants if I could have one...just one. The servant told me NO. Wow. So I started to walk away.
Then the servant stopped me and said, "I was just kidding. Take as many as you'd like. Here, take the whole bowl." Really? So I did. With the huge bowl in hand I headed off to my Heavenly room. I had my own room in Heaven.
I've heard many people get excited about the fact that they'll have their own MANSION in Heaven, but I could care less about that. I don't NEED a MANSION. I'd be happy with just a room. And to be quite honest, even if I had to share that room, I'd still be fine...just as long as I'm there...in Heaven.
Okay...so back to the dream (I know, it's a long one, and I can't believe that I've remembered so much. Usually they fade away the minute I wake up).
So I'm heading to my room, and on the way there I pass by God. And all of a sudden I was just overcome. The tears just ran down my face. I told God how thankful I was. I thanked God for being with my all my life. I just cried and cried and felt so much at peace. Real peace. Peace like I'd never felt before.
God nodded and just said,"I know".
And then...I woke up.
Let the DIALOGUE begin(you can probably guess the topic)! Have you had any interesting dreams lately?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Where's the SERVICE in Customer Service?
I have had it with my DSL "service" provider. And every time I use the word "service" please know that I am using the term loosely...VERY loosely.
Somehow, my DSL service got disconnected. Not because I asked for it to be, but because of some stupid glitch on the carrier's end. Since November 12th I've been dealing with these people to get the issue resolved. I swear, if I have one more person at this company tell me that the disconnect was "due to an error, and they don't know how to fix it, so I have to set up brand new service...", if I have one more person tell me this I am going to FLIP.
I've spoken with more people than I can count (on both hands and feet). There is absolutely no "sense of urgency" with these people. Half the ones I've spoken with have sounded like they're chowing down on a sandwich (totally unprofessional), and the others are simply reading off of a script. I've heard the spiel so many times now I can recite it by heart. I mean REALLY...is there ANYBODY at this company who can think "outside of the box" and use their brains to solve a problem? Is this what we've come to? Is this the new "normal" when it comes to "service"?
Needless to say, I'm still without DSL and have contacted another provider to set up new service as I simply can not continue to give my hard earned money to the people who I've been dealing with. Nope...not a penny more will go to that company.
The sad part is...they won't even miss me. I'm just one out of millions of customers which is why they've been so lackadaisical about resolving my problem.
So at this point, all that I can do is cancel my account with them (which I've done), and write letters to anybody and everybody I can who's in management at the company. Maybe, just maybe...someone there will realize that there's a better way to treat customers and the way that I've been treated is simply not it.
You can hear me now...right?
Let the DIALOGUE begin! What's the WORST service you've ever received from a company. Did you continue to do business with them afterward?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Somehow, my DSL service got disconnected. Not because I asked for it to be, but because of some stupid glitch on the carrier's end. Since November 12th I've been dealing with these people to get the issue resolved. I swear, if I have one more person at this company tell me that the disconnect was "due to an error, and they don't know how to fix it, so I have to set up brand new service...", if I have one more person tell me this I am going to FLIP.
I've spoken with more people than I can count (on both hands and feet). There is absolutely no "sense of urgency" with these people. Half the ones I've spoken with have sounded like they're chowing down on a sandwich (totally unprofessional), and the others are simply reading off of a script. I've heard the spiel so many times now I can recite it by heart. I mean REALLY...is there ANYBODY at this company who can think "outside of the box" and use their brains to solve a problem? Is this what we've come to? Is this the new "normal" when it comes to "service"?
Needless to say, I'm still without DSL and have contacted another provider to set up new service as I simply can not continue to give my hard earned money to the people who I've been dealing with. Nope...not a penny more will go to that company.
The sad part is...they won't even miss me. I'm just one out of millions of customers which is why they've been so lackadaisical about resolving my problem.
So at this point, all that I can do is cancel my account with them (which I've done), and write letters to anybody and everybody I can who's in management at the company. Maybe, just maybe...someone there will realize that there's a better way to treat customers and the way that I've been treated is simply not it.
You can hear me now...right?
Let the DIALOGUE begin! What's the WORST service you've ever received from a company. Did you continue to do business with them afterward?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Monday, November 22, 2010
Say Cheese!
Let's face it...pretty much everybody who's anybody is on one of the popular social networking sites. I'm on one myself. Only one though. I can't manage being on more than one, so I chose the one that suits me best (at least for now), and that's where you'll find me.
I must admit though...I'm a bit of a voyeur. I love looking at other people's pics. Doesn't matter if I know you or not. If your pics are out there and your profile isn't private, I'm lookin! And man, have I seen some crazy stuff!!!
One of the common things that I've found (which is also one of my pet peeves) are all of the "self taken" pictures. Now, I must admit...I'm guilty of this myself, HOWEVER...I've HAD to take the pics myself because no one else can get the correct angle of my face in order to get a good picture. In other words, I'm not very photogenic and it takes a LOT of snaps & clicks to get a decent photo of me. Am I ugly? No. Just not one of those people who takes nice pictures naturally. If you find a good picture of me, just know that there were 100 more taken in order to get to that ONE.
One thing that I'm very mindful of though is to try not to make the picture LOOK LIKE I took it myself.
In other words: I don't take pictures of myself with the camera facing the mirror so that you end up seeing me and the camera IN THE MIRROR!!!
No...there are very strategic ways to position the camera so that you don't get the mirror shot.
I mean really...am I the only one who thinks that self taken pictures in the mirror look a little vain (for one), and just a tad bit "tacky"? If it's just me then I'll stand alone. I'm just wondering.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Have you ever taken a picture of yourself (in a mirror or not) and posted it on one of the networking sites? Can we tell that you took it yourself?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
I must admit though...I'm a bit of a voyeur. I love looking at other people's pics. Doesn't matter if I know you or not. If your pics are out there and your profile isn't private, I'm lookin! And man, have I seen some crazy stuff!!!
One of the common things that I've found (which is also one of my pet peeves) are all of the "self taken" pictures. Now, I must admit...I'm guilty of this myself, HOWEVER...I've HAD to take the pics myself because no one else can get the correct angle of my face in order to get a good picture. In other words, I'm not very photogenic and it takes a LOT of snaps & clicks to get a decent photo of me. Am I ugly? No. Just not one of those people who takes nice pictures naturally. If you find a good picture of me, just know that there were 100 more taken in order to get to that ONE.
One thing that I'm very mindful of though is to try not to make the picture LOOK LIKE I took it myself.
In other words: I don't take pictures of myself with the camera facing the mirror so that you end up seeing me and the camera IN THE MIRROR!!!
No...there are very strategic ways to position the camera so that you don't get the mirror shot.
I mean really...am I the only one who thinks that self taken pictures in the mirror look a little vain (for one), and just a tad bit "tacky"? If it's just me then I'll stand alone. I'm just wondering.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Have you ever taken a picture of yourself (in a mirror or not) and posted it on one of the networking sites? Can we tell that you took it yourself?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Thursday, November 18, 2010
My Babies...such BLESSINGS!
Tonight was parent teacher conference night and I think I was the proudest parent there. Not so much because of the grades that my son has earned (although 4 As and 2 Bs are nothing to sneeze at), but because of the comments that every teacher had about him. These are the same comments that I've been hearing throughout his entire education (he's in 7th grade right now). But it doesn't stop there. The same comments that I heard tonight about my son, were the very same comments that I've always received about my 2 daughters also (one currently a senior in high school and the other in her 3rd year of college).
Here's how the conversation usually goes:
Teacher: Oh my goodness! I can't tell you enough what a pleasure {insert child's name here} is in class. So mannerable, so pleasant, such a hard worker. Such a joy to have in my class. I wish I had an entire classroom filled with students just like {insert child's name here}.
Me: Thank you. I'm glad to hear that. He/She really is a blessing. Not just at school but at home also (or something along those lines).
Tonight, was even more moving. Tonight, his math teacher actually gave me a hug when I walked in the door, and was tearing up the whole time that she talked about my son. Wow! She said that she told herself she wouldn't get attached to any of the students this year, then in walked my son. It's difficult to not get attached to a child as special as he is.
Tonight's experience reminded me of something that I have always said about my children. I've always said that if they weren't my kids, I'd wish that they were. Does that make sense?
If they weren't mine I'd always look at them and think, "Awww...it would be so cool to have children like them". Or, "When I have kids I hope they turn out just like...".
Have you ever met kids who make you feel that way?
And I thank God right then and there (as I've done since the day each one was born), for blessing me with them. Some parents may get 1 out of 3 who are exceptional. If they're lucky, they'll get 2 out of 3 who are exceptional. ME...God blessed me with 3 children who are absolutely exceptional people, inside and out. I couldn't have asked for better, I couldn't have chosen better, yet God gave me the BEST.
They are true examples of what it means to "let your Light shine". They don't hide their Light under a bushel. They let their Light shine brightly for all to see. THAT is what we are ALL supposed to do.
And on this night I want to world to know how blessed I am to be Lauren, Jordan and Terence's mom. There!!! Now you know.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Do you know any cool kids, yours or someone else's? What makes 'em so cool?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Here's how the conversation usually goes:
Teacher: Oh my goodness! I can't tell you enough what a pleasure {insert child's name here} is in class. So mannerable, so pleasant, such a hard worker. Such a joy to have in my class. I wish I had an entire classroom filled with students just like {insert child's name here}.
Me: Thank you. I'm glad to hear that. He/She really is a blessing. Not just at school but at home also (or something along those lines).
Tonight, was even more moving. Tonight, his math teacher actually gave me a hug when I walked in the door, and was tearing up the whole time that she talked about my son. Wow! She said that she told herself she wouldn't get attached to any of the students this year, then in walked my son. It's difficult to not get attached to a child as special as he is.
Tonight's experience reminded me of something that I have always said about my children. I've always said that if they weren't my kids, I'd wish that they were. Does that make sense?
If they weren't mine I'd always look at them and think, "Awww...it would be so cool to have children like them". Or, "When I have kids I hope they turn out just like...".
Have you ever met kids who make you feel that way?
And I thank God right then and there (as I've done since the day each one was born), for blessing me with them. Some parents may get 1 out of 3 who are exceptional. If they're lucky, they'll get 2 out of 3 who are exceptional. ME...God blessed me with 3 children who are absolutely exceptional people, inside and out. I couldn't have asked for better, I couldn't have chosen better, yet God gave me the BEST.
They are true examples of what it means to "let your Light shine". They don't hide their Light under a bushel. They let their Light shine brightly for all to see. THAT is what we are ALL supposed to do.
And on this night I want to world to know how blessed I am to be Lauren, Jordan and Terence's mom. There!!! Now you know.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Do you know any cool kids, yours or someone else's? What makes 'em so cool?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
In my "Perfect World"
Is it just me, or does it seem as though there are some people who have an abundance of wealth and others who don't have two nickels to rub together. Seems a little unbalanced if you ask me. Some struggle, others don't know the meaning of. Why is that?
Do the people who have an abundance and live in excess really appreciate all that they have? And would they miss anything if they were to give just a little?
On the flip side, how life-changing would it be if those who are struggling, and have struggled all their lives, could simply get a break?
I've asked myself these questions many many times and...I have the solution.
One day, for just ONE day only, I wish that each country would implement a policy where all of the residents of that country pool their money together and then equally divide it amongst all of the citizens of that country. Ideally, I wanted to include all the money in the world and have that distributed evenly, but I thought I'd keep it simple and just have each country distribute the money amongst the citizens of that country.
Now, think about that for a minute.
And please, don't go killing the dream by figuring out all the ways that this would NOT work. No, this is my "perfect world" scenario, so it works.
You see, those who live in excess won't miss anything. Most people who have an abundance of money just waste it anyway on frivolous junk. Not using that money to help enhance the lives of others, but typically used to buy useless junk, just for the sake of being able to buy it. I think that's sad.
Take the United States for example. One of the wealthiest countries in the world, yet look at all of the unemployed and homeless people we have here. Now look at how many celebrities we have in this country who only seem to be concerned with how much "bling" they can buy. Almost as though they are truly living by the motto: He who dies with the most toys wins.
I've got news for you though...you can't take those toys with you when you die. But the money can live on long after you're gone if you put toward something that can help others. I mean really. Do you want your legacy to be that you had a bunch of "stuff" when you were alive, or do you want it to be how many people in your lifetime?
Don't know about you, but I opt for the latter.
So back to my "perfect world"...in one day, with the money of this country equally distributed, I know or a fact that it would change my life dramatically, and I'm sure that many others would reap the same positive benefits.
Does this mean that I don't want to work hard to become financially secure? No! I've been working since I was 16 years old. So I'm well aware of what it means to work hard and...I don't believe in "a free ride". I'm just saying that people are tired. People need a break. People need something good to happen to them. ONE DAY in my "Perfect World" would accomplish all of these things.
So there you have it. Let the DIALOGUE begin! What do you think about my "Perfect World", or, do you have a better idea?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Do the people who have an abundance and live in excess really appreciate all that they have? And would they miss anything if they were to give just a little?
On the flip side, how life-changing would it be if those who are struggling, and have struggled all their lives, could simply get a break?
I've asked myself these questions many many times and...I have the solution.
One day, for just ONE day only, I wish that each country would implement a policy where all of the residents of that country pool their money together and then equally divide it amongst all of the citizens of that country. Ideally, I wanted to include all the money in the world and have that distributed evenly, but I thought I'd keep it simple and just have each country distribute the money amongst the citizens of that country.
Now, think about that for a minute.
And please, don't go killing the dream by figuring out all the ways that this would NOT work. No, this is my "perfect world" scenario, so it works.
You see, those who live in excess won't miss anything. Most people who have an abundance of money just waste it anyway on frivolous junk. Not using that money to help enhance the lives of others, but typically used to buy useless junk, just for the sake of being able to buy it. I think that's sad.
Take the United States for example. One of the wealthiest countries in the world, yet look at all of the unemployed and homeless people we have here. Now look at how many celebrities we have in this country who only seem to be concerned with how much "bling" they can buy. Almost as though they are truly living by the motto: He who dies with the most toys wins.
I've got news for you though...you can't take those toys with you when you die. But the money can live on long after you're gone if you put toward something that can help others. I mean really. Do you want your legacy to be that you had a bunch of "stuff" when you were alive, or do you want it to be how many people in your lifetime?
Don't know about you, but I opt for the latter.
So back to my "perfect world"...in one day, with the money of this country equally distributed, I know or a fact that it would change my life dramatically, and I'm sure that many others would reap the same positive benefits.
Does this mean that I don't want to work hard to become financially secure? No! I've been working since I was 16 years old. So I'm well aware of what it means to work hard and...I don't believe in "a free ride". I'm just saying that people are tired. People need a break. People need something good to happen to them. ONE DAY in my "Perfect World" would accomplish all of these things.
So there you have it. Let the DIALOGUE begin! What do you think about my "Perfect World", or, do you have a better idea?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Blue and Brown
My favorite colors. Especially together. I've always loved blue and then a few years ago I began to notice how pretty blue is when it's paired up with brown. Kinda like "peanut butter & jelly", "bacon & eggs", "milk & cookies"...okay...you get it. Blue and Brown...they were just meant to be.
Funny though. Seems like everywhere I look these days there it is...the blue and brown combo. It's the theme for baby boy's clothing. It's the theme for home decor. It's everywhere.
Almost seems as though once I decided on how much I loved the combo, everyone else jumped on the bandwagon and decided that they liked it just as much.
I like the combination because it reminds me of nature, and most people who know me know that I'm a nature girl at heart. Always thankful for the beauty that God gives us each day.
Blue for sky and water. Brown for the earth and color of my skin.
Yes, we're keeping tonight's post pretty light. Let the DIALOGUE begin! What's your favorite color, or color combination? Go 'head...dig through the crayon box if you need to :-)
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Funny though. Seems like everywhere I look these days there it is...the blue and brown combo. It's the theme for baby boy's clothing. It's the theme for home decor. It's everywhere.
Almost seems as though once I decided on how much I loved the combo, everyone else jumped on the bandwagon and decided that they liked it just as much.
I like the combination because it reminds me of nature, and most people who know me know that I'm a nature girl at heart. Always thankful for the beauty that God gives us each day.
Blue for sky and water. Brown for the earth and color of my skin.
Yes, we're keeping tonight's post pretty light. Let the DIALOGUE begin! What's your favorite color, or color combination? Go 'head...dig through the crayon box if you need to :-)
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Sunday
Ahh Sunday. One of my favorite days of the week.
I just got home not too long ago from my 2nd church service of the day. "What!?!...TWO church services, in ONE day???". Yes, two, and I thoroughly enjoyed them both.
I realize that there are many who simply can not drag themselves into the doors of a church unless they're there for a wedding or funeral. For most it seems, church is on the living room couch, rooting for their favorite sports team. For those people I have a simple question: Who's name do you call upon in times of need, trouble, loneliness, sickness, despair, etc? Have any of your sports teams ever been able to help you in your darkest hour? Do your sports teams even know that YOU exist? Just a few questions that you may want to think about when you're on your couch next Sunday.
For me, church is where I go to "fill up". Much like a car needs gas in order to run...I need to HEAR the preached Word of God. Mind you, I'm very aware of the fact that I don't HAVE to be in church to get "filled", all I need to do is open my Bible and everything I need is right there.
Yet there's something special about fellowshipping, praising and worshipping with others that is so rewarding. We need each other. None of us are in this world alone. And yes, I can praise and worship God all by myself (and often times I do), but I really look forward to Sundays when I can do these things collectively with my church family.
So today, along with morning service, I also attended another service at 3:30. And it was just what I needed. If you've been following the blog, you pretty much know what my sore spot is. If I didn't have what I have on Sundays, I don't know how I'd ever make it through a Monday.
So yes, I'd have to say that Sunday is one of my favorite days of the week. Fridays, AFTER 5:30 and ALL Saturdays are probably my favorites, for reasons that I don't have to explain IF you've been following the blog.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! What is YOUR favorite day of the week and why?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
I just got home not too long ago from my 2nd church service of the day. "What!?!...TWO church services, in ONE day???". Yes, two, and I thoroughly enjoyed them both.
I realize that there are many who simply can not drag themselves into the doors of a church unless they're there for a wedding or funeral. For most it seems, church is on the living room couch, rooting for their favorite sports team. For those people I have a simple question: Who's name do you call upon in times of need, trouble, loneliness, sickness, despair, etc? Have any of your sports teams ever been able to help you in your darkest hour? Do your sports teams even know that YOU exist? Just a few questions that you may want to think about when you're on your couch next Sunday.
For me, church is where I go to "fill up". Much like a car needs gas in order to run...I need to HEAR the preached Word of God. Mind you, I'm very aware of the fact that I don't HAVE to be in church to get "filled", all I need to do is open my Bible and everything I need is right there.
Yet there's something special about fellowshipping, praising and worshipping with others that is so rewarding. We need each other. None of us are in this world alone. And yes, I can praise and worship God all by myself (and often times I do), but I really look forward to Sundays when I can do these things collectively with my church family.
So today, along with morning service, I also attended another service at 3:30. And it was just what I needed. If you've been following the blog, you pretty much know what my sore spot is. If I didn't have what I have on Sundays, I don't know how I'd ever make it through a Monday.
So yes, I'd have to say that Sunday is one of my favorite days of the week. Fridays, AFTER 5:30 and ALL Saturdays are probably my favorites, for reasons that I don't have to explain IF you've been following the blog.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! What is YOUR favorite day of the week and why?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Trick or Treat, Merry Christmas (hey aren't we missing something?)!!!
Ok, so is it me, or does Christmas seem to come earlier every year?
I mean really...as soon as the Halloween decorations came down, BAM...the Christmas decorations were up. I wish I were exaggerating, but I'm not. This is the absolute truth.
Poor Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving gets no love :-(
Christmas has become so commercial that retailers begin the season earlier and earlier each year to bring in the bucks. Who cares about the spiritual significance of Christmas? Maybe I'm the only one.
And the music!!! Man!
I was in a store today and the Christmas songs were BLARING! Today is only November 13th. We've still got over a month to go here people!!!
Me...I don't pull the Christmas music out until December 1st...NEVER any sooner. And my Christmas collection is a lot different that what you'll hear in the stores. MY Christmas collection is about (get this!!!) JESUS! I know...sounds silly doesn't it. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Quite honestly, it shouldn't be any other way.
Yeah...every now and then we pop in a song about a reindeer, or the jolly old man in the red suit...but 99% of the Christmas music that we listen to in my home, is about the REAL meaning of Christmas. That also happens to be the name of one of my favorite Christmas songs..."The Real Meaning of Christmas".
So anyway...I said all that to say this...can we give Thanksgiving just a little bit of love. Hmmm...maybe we should come up with a song. Wha' da ya think?
Let the DIALOGUE begin! If you could write a song for THANKSGIVING how would it go? Throw me some lyrics.
Talk to me!
Til next time...
I mean really...as soon as the Halloween decorations came down, BAM...the Christmas decorations were up. I wish I were exaggerating, but I'm not. This is the absolute truth.
Poor Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving gets no love :-(
Christmas has become so commercial that retailers begin the season earlier and earlier each year to bring in the bucks. Who cares about the spiritual significance of Christmas? Maybe I'm the only one.
And the music!!! Man!
I was in a store today and the Christmas songs were BLARING! Today is only November 13th. We've still got over a month to go here people!!!
Me...I don't pull the Christmas music out until December 1st...NEVER any sooner. And my Christmas collection is a lot different that what you'll hear in the stores. MY Christmas collection is about (get this!!!) JESUS! I know...sounds silly doesn't it. But I wouldn't have it any other way. Quite honestly, it shouldn't be any other way.
Yeah...every now and then we pop in a song about a reindeer, or the jolly old man in the red suit...but 99% of the Christmas music that we listen to in my home, is about the REAL meaning of Christmas. That also happens to be the name of one of my favorite Christmas songs..."The Real Meaning of Christmas".
So anyway...I said all that to say this...can we give Thanksgiving just a little bit of love. Hmmm...maybe we should come up with a song. Wha' da ya think?
Let the DIALOGUE begin! If you could write a song for THANKSGIVING how would it go? Throw me some lyrics.
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Le-A
Okay, so I could talk about yet another crummy day at work, but instead I thought we'd do something fun. We are going to a play a little game.
As you see, the title of tonight's blog is "Le-A".
You're probably wondering, "What is Le-A"?
I'm glad you asked :-)
Le-A is a woman's name.
YOUR job...is to tell me how it's pronounced. Come on people...join in on the fun. This needs to be VERY interactive. After seven guesses, I'll tell you the correct pronunciation, unless of course, someone guesses correctly before seven guesses.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! What is the craziest name you've ever heard?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
As you see, the title of tonight's blog is "Le-A".
You're probably wondering, "What is Le-A"?
I'm glad you asked :-)
Le-A is a woman's name.
YOUR job...is to tell me how it's pronounced. Come on people...join in on the fun. This needs to be VERY interactive. After seven guesses, I'll tell you the correct pronunciation, unless of course, someone guesses correctly before seven guesses.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! What is the craziest name you've ever heard?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Tired
I'm back.
Made it through another day at work, and as I do everyday before I walk into the office doors, and as I'm walking out, I thanked God. It is ONLY through the strength that He gives me that I am able to make it through each day.
My job is technical. I'm not.
From the day I was hired I pray every morning before I step foot through those doors asking God to give me what I need for that day. Lead me, guide me, direct me, and be with me. These are what I pray for EVERY morning. And at the end of the day, I thank Him for getting me through. I'm truly not doing this by myself.
Most days, like today, I end the day completely exhausted. Now I realize that most people are tired after a days work, but I am exceptionally, abnormally tired. I really need rest.
Here's a typical day for me:
Wake up at 6:00 a.m.
Get kids up and out the door between 6:45 and 7:00
Hop on a crowded freeway to drop my daughter off at school that's about 15 miles North West from where we live.
Head over to my son's school that's about 10 miles South of my daughter's school.
Then I hop on another freeway and head West toward work (in bumper to bumper traffic).
Finally, I make it to the office at 8:30
From the minute I sit down at my desk it's "all systems go". I answer a slew of emails and phone calls while responding to my customer's Instant Message requests. And oh, did I mention our "work flow management tool" where our customers also enter their quote requests that they expect to have answered within 4 hours. It's waaay too much.
About once every 3 hours I get up to use the restroom (thank God for my bladder, otherwise I'd never get up), and I eat my lunch at my desk. Every now & then I try to get away from my desk for lunch but when I get back I always regret it because a 1 hour lunch break sets me back about 3 hours. Just not worth it.
5:30 p.m. rolls around (slowly) and I should be wrapping up. Usually don't leave til @ 6 though.
Hop on the freeway to go get my kids from their grandmas house.
Hop on another freeway to get home (in bumper to bumper traffic).
Get home, wash hands, start dinner.
Log back onto work to catch up on all of the work that couldn't possibly get done in an 8 hour work day. Does the 8 hour work day even exist anymore?
Help with homework.
Eat dinner.
Sit on the couch wishing that I could stay home from work the next day. Wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
Work til who knows when and eventually go to sleep between 12 and 1:00 a.m.
Starts all over again in 5 hours.
Like a hamster on a treadmill, I'm running but not going anywhere :-(
And I'm tired.
What I just outlined is just a template of my day. It's rare that I get to actually come straight home from work. On Tuesday nights we have Bible Study. Thursday nights my daughter has choir rehearsal. And on the other days, there's just no tellin' what stop we'll have to make before heading home.
I'm not trying to complain (again, I get that many of today's unemployed would love to be in my shoes...I totally get it), I just feel sometimes that people "don't get me". Maybe if they understood a "day in my life" they'd understand me a little better.
Everyone has a limit. I think I've reached mine. I'm tired and really need to rest. No...I'm not talking a good night's sleep...I mean real rest, away from the stress and the demands of life. I just need a break. But a break is no where in sight.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Are you as tired as I am? What's a typical day like in your life?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Made it through another day at work, and as I do everyday before I walk into the office doors, and as I'm walking out, I thanked God. It is ONLY through the strength that He gives me that I am able to make it through each day.
My job is technical. I'm not.
From the day I was hired I pray every morning before I step foot through those doors asking God to give me what I need for that day. Lead me, guide me, direct me, and be with me. These are what I pray for EVERY morning. And at the end of the day, I thank Him for getting me through. I'm truly not doing this by myself.
Most days, like today, I end the day completely exhausted. Now I realize that most people are tired after a days work, but I am exceptionally, abnormally tired. I really need rest.
Here's a typical day for me:
Wake up at 6:00 a.m.
Get kids up and out the door between 6:45 and 7:00
Hop on a crowded freeway to drop my daughter off at school that's about 15 miles North West from where we live.
Head over to my son's school that's about 10 miles South of my daughter's school.
Then I hop on another freeway and head West toward work (in bumper to bumper traffic).
Finally, I make it to the office at 8:30
From the minute I sit down at my desk it's "all systems go". I answer a slew of emails and phone calls while responding to my customer's Instant Message requests. And oh, did I mention our "work flow management tool" where our customers also enter their quote requests that they expect to have answered within 4 hours. It's waaay too much.
About once every 3 hours I get up to use the restroom (thank God for my bladder, otherwise I'd never get up), and I eat my lunch at my desk. Every now & then I try to get away from my desk for lunch but when I get back I always regret it because a 1 hour lunch break sets me back about 3 hours. Just not worth it.
5:30 p.m. rolls around (slowly) and I should be wrapping up. Usually don't leave til @ 6 though.
Hop on the freeway to go get my kids from their grandmas house.
Hop on another freeway to get home (in bumper to bumper traffic).
Get home, wash hands, start dinner.
Log back onto work to catch up on all of the work that couldn't possibly get done in an 8 hour work day. Does the 8 hour work day even exist anymore?
Help with homework.
Eat dinner.
Sit on the couch wishing that I could stay home from work the next day. Wish I may, wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight.
Work til who knows when and eventually go to sleep between 12 and 1:00 a.m.
Starts all over again in 5 hours.
Like a hamster on a treadmill, I'm running but not going anywhere :-(
And I'm tired.
What I just outlined is just a template of my day. It's rare that I get to actually come straight home from work. On Tuesday nights we have Bible Study. Thursday nights my daughter has choir rehearsal. And on the other days, there's just no tellin' what stop we'll have to make before heading home.
I'm not trying to complain (again, I get that many of today's unemployed would love to be in my shoes...I totally get it), I just feel sometimes that people "don't get me". Maybe if they understood a "day in my life" they'd understand me a little better.
Everyone has a limit. I think I've reached mine. I'm tired and really need to rest. No...I'm not talking a good night's sleep...I mean real rest, away from the stress and the demands of life. I just need a break. But a break is no where in sight.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Are you as tired as I am? What's a typical day like in your life?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Dressing on Purpose
After 4 days of mind clearing, stress relieving bliss, I had to go back to work today :-(
For 4 days I got to be a Mom to my kids, and a friend to my friends. I got to be me. I wasn't worn out, frazzled and exhausted as I usually am from being overworked. For once, in a very long time I felt rested.
I realize that in today's economy it's pretty much "taboo" to complain about one's job because there are so many people who would love to be in my seat. So let me say from the jump: I am thankful for having a job. HOWEVER...the stress that I am placed under each day is NOT normal. Many of coworkers cry on the way to work (me included). Some of us cry while at work. Is that normal? I think not.
We come in, sit down and GO. Barely having time to even bid each other a "good morning".
We remind ourselves to breathe throughout the day because most of the time we are suffocating. We are drowning. It's bad...really really bad.
And it's finally gotten to the point where I have come to realize that no matter how much I do, no matter how late I work...it will NEVER be enough, because there are simply too few people in my office to get the job done. Waaay too few. Sadly, it's not going to change. Understaffed and Overwhelmed has become the "new normal".
So as I prepared to get dressed for work this morning, trying to let go of the depression that sets in before the beginning of each work week, I decided to dress to match the way I felt. I wore ALL BLACK. Today, I dressed on purpose. Everyday that I go into that office I feel like a little piece of me is dying. This can't be normal. It just can't be.
Again...I am thankful to have a job because I need a way to provide for my family and right now, this is it. But the price that I am paying, both in my physical and emotional health is more than I can afford, and can never be repaid.
I sometimes feel like an victim of abuse. People say to me, "Why don't you leave if it's so bad"? But it's not that easy. Where I am supposed to go? Who's hiring? I feel trapped. It's ver similar to an abuse victime. They want to leave. They know that they need to get out. They know that the longer they stay, the worse it'll get. And so, they stay. Playing out the escape in their minds, but never quite able to make the actual getaway. No one should ever feel this way. Not in a personal relationship, not at work. This is so unhealthy. I call it "workplace abuse syndrome". Not sure if that's an actual diagnosis, but it certainly the name that I would go with.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Do you feel trapped in your job? What's keeping you from leaving? Do you think you'll ever get out?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
For 4 days I got to be a Mom to my kids, and a friend to my friends. I got to be me. I wasn't worn out, frazzled and exhausted as I usually am from being overworked. For once, in a very long time I felt rested.
I realize that in today's economy it's pretty much "taboo" to complain about one's job because there are so many people who would love to be in my seat. So let me say from the jump: I am thankful for having a job. HOWEVER...the stress that I am placed under each day is NOT normal. Many of coworkers cry on the way to work (me included). Some of us cry while at work. Is that normal? I think not.
We come in, sit down and GO. Barely having time to even bid each other a "good morning".
We remind ourselves to breathe throughout the day because most of the time we are suffocating. We are drowning. It's bad...really really bad.
And it's finally gotten to the point where I have come to realize that no matter how much I do, no matter how late I work...it will NEVER be enough, because there are simply too few people in my office to get the job done. Waaay too few. Sadly, it's not going to change. Understaffed and Overwhelmed has become the "new normal".
So as I prepared to get dressed for work this morning, trying to let go of the depression that sets in before the beginning of each work week, I decided to dress to match the way I felt. I wore ALL BLACK. Today, I dressed on purpose. Everyday that I go into that office I feel like a little piece of me is dying. This can't be normal. It just can't be.
Again...I am thankful to have a job because I need a way to provide for my family and right now, this is it. But the price that I am paying, both in my physical and emotional health is more than I can afford, and can never be repaid.
I sometimes feel like an victim of abuse. People say to me, "Why don't you leave if it's so bad"? But it's not that easy. Where I am supposed to go? Who's hiring? I feel trapped. It's ver similar to an abuse victime. They want to leave. They know that they need to get out. They know that the longer they stay, the worse it'll get. And so, they stay. Playing out the escape in their minds, but never quite able to make the actual getaway. No one should ever feel this way. Not in a personal relationship, not at work. This is so unhealthy. I call it "workplace abuse syndrome". Not sure if that's an actual diagnosis, but it certainly the name that I would go with.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Do you feel trapped in your job? What's keeping you from leaving? Do you think you'll ever get out?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Sunday, November 7, 2010
My Questions, Your Answers
Tell me this...
How many times, and how long do you reach out to someone who doesn't reach back?
How much giving do you do before you realize that what you get in return (if anything) will never equate to all that you've given?
How many times do YOU have to take the first step toward forgiveness, knowing that the person you're forgiving will ultimately hurt you again?
Just wondering.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Are you one who reaches out, gives, and forgives...or are you the one who doesn't reach back, always takes, and creates the hurt?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
How many times, and how long do you reach out to someone who doesn't reach back?
How much giving do you do before you realize that what you get in return (if anything) will never equate to all that you've given?
How many times do YOU have to take the first step toward forgiveness, knowing that the person you're forgiving will ultimately hurt you again?
Just wondering.
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Are you one who reaches out, gives, and forgives...or are you the one who doesn't reach back, always takes, and creates the hurt?
Talk to me!
Til next time...
Thursday, November 4, 2010
C-Sections...as common as changing socks (urgh!)
I'm sure that I won't make many friends with this post but this topic has been on my mind for a while and since it seems like no one visits the blog anyway, I'm pretty much free to say what I want...right?
So what's on my mind tonight??? C-Sections. I just don't get 'em. Why do so many women opt to have C-Sections. I mean, even without TRYING to have a natural childbirth they just make the decision to "have the drugs, and get the C-Section". How lazy! I mean really ladies...what would you do if you didn't have the luxury and "easy out" of having a C-Section. Oh...I know...YOU'D ENDURE THE PAIN AND HAVE THE BABY NATURALLY!!! Just the way women have been having babies since the beginning of time. Suck it up and push it out!!!
Now I get that some women HAVE to have a C-Section for medical purposes, but come on now...are there THAT many women who have the medical need? Let me answer that one for ya...NO, there are not!!!
So when I say that I don't get it, I mean just that. I've had 3 babies, and I had all 3 NATURALLY and WITHOUT drugs. I had my babies the same way that Eve had hers.
Yeah, it hurt like heck, but I had a great coach by my side to help me through the pain. And with only the two of us in the room (no doctors, no nurses, not a bunch of other people in the room tellin' us what to do), we got through it and delivered 3 healthy babies as a result. And we must've gotten something right because each delivery was faster than the one before.
So what am I trying to say? I'm saying this: LADIES...give natural childbirth a try before you throw in the towel and decide that your baby isn't worth the pain so you're just gonna take the easy road.
Life is painful. Why should childbirth be any different? Now breath in, breath out...deep cleansing breaths, and have that baby...the natural way!
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Sorry guys, this one's for the ladies...Have you ever had a C-Section, and did you have it because it was medically necessary, or because it was convenient. Be honest.
Talk to me!
Til next time...
So what's on my mind tonight??? C-Sections. I just don't get 'em. Why do so many women opt to have C-Sections. I mean, even without TRYING to have a natural childbirth they just make the decision to "have the drugs, and get the C-Section". How lazy! I mean really ladies...what would you do if you didn't have the luxury and "easy out" of having a C-Section. Oh...I know...YOU'D ENDURE THE PAIN AND HAVE THE BABY NATURALLY!!! Just the way women have been having babies since the beginning of time. Suck it up and push it out!!!
Now I get that some women HAVE to have a C-Section for medical purposes, but come on now...are there THAT many women who have the medical need? Let me answer that one for ya...NO, there are not!!!
So when I say that I don't get it, I mean just that. I've had 3 babies, and I had all 3 NATURALLY and WITHOUT drugs. I had my babies the same way that Eve had hers.
Yeah, it hurt like heck, but I had a great coach by my side to help me through the pain. And with only the two of us in the room (no doctors, no nurses, not a bunch of other people in the room tellin' us what to do), we got through it and delivered 3 healthy babies as a result. And we must've gotten something right because each delivery was faster than the one before.
So what am I trying to say? I'm saying this: LADIES...give natural childbirth a try before you throw in the towel and decide that your baby isn't worth the pain so you're just gonna take the easy road.
Life is painful. Why should childbirth be any different? Now breath in, breath out...deep cleansing breaths, and have that baby...the natural way!
Let the DIALOGUE begin! Sorry guys, this one's for the ladies...Have you ever had a C-Section, and did you have it because it was medically necessary, or because it was convenient. Be honest.
Talk to me!
Til next time...
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