Monday, January 17, 2011
Still Standing.....
...albeit a bit battered, stooped and weathered, I'm still here...still hanging on, literally....numbed by the reality that is mine today...not certain as to my direction (an unfamiliar place for me)....but clasping the moments in time that can still speak to my heart...and wondering where in the world I will be at this time next year....yearning for the positive, hopeful, creative and capable me that still exists, but is currently buried deep within...but knowing that this, too, shall pass...
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I don't pray. But I really believe that sending out positive thoughts can only be, well, positive.
ReplyDeleteSo you are getting some positive thinking from my direction.
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Prayin' that the clouds part for ya and those creative juices spring forth from within. Tomorrow is always a new day! :o)
ReplyDeleteYa know I'm here for ya if ya need to talk sweet friend.
God bless ya and have a wonderful winter's day. I'm off to the city to "stock~up" on supplies. Snowstorm movin' in tomorrow.
Adversity brings out the poet in you. I too would prefer a less poetic life:)
ReplyDeleteMy husband spent all of 2009 looking for a job....finally, when he was at the end of his rope, he came in to my home office one day and said "Cut it off"....startled, I asked "What"...he said "My hair"....he had sported a very safe 59 yr old's style for years...and he wanted a buzz cut, 1/2 inch long all over....he had given up and was willing for the universe to send him any opportunity to work....sure enough, within 30 days he was back at work....
ReplyDeleteWhat I am saying is....maybe the act of letting go allows something wonderful to happen...I hope so...smiles.
Glad to see you are hanging in ... Love the story from Emom ... very inspiring. Sometimes it's up to us to make the first changes. :)
ReplyDeleteMost of my work has fallen into my lap when I was looking elsewhere--tutoring and writing for Northeastern University and then Stanford. I don't get it at all. But the economy tanked and so did my health and I cannot do the work I used to do. As I just wrote recently, it took NOT being able to do the more traditional freelance work I'd managed to do, to get me to go after my dreams. I quieted down and the kid inside jumped up and down, dancing, going, "Okay, so NOW it's my turn? Huh? Huh? MY TURN?"
ReplyDeleteI'm not a fan of whatever kills us makes us strong. Nope. Sometimes it makes us tired. But I do agree that out of the morass can appear opportunities, if we look for them. Or if we are ready for them to appear to us. As if I know what will happen for you? DUH. I don't. You have such love, intelligence, humor... I just have this feeling something good will appear as you do all this footwork---and it very likely will be from some unexpected direction.
In the meantime a whole lot of people will be pulling for you. Perhaps there are dreams in you not yet uncovered and expressed. Good luck.
Sending good thoughts!
ReplyDeletesometimes the unexpected turns out to be just what you needed. I hope the best is yet to come. I am following your blog, you are welcome to follow mine as well. Blessings jane
ReplyDeleteStill sending you good wishes today. Your blog sprang to mine as I was working on some entries that will be on my own during the coming week(s). It is only days since your entry, but still pulling for you. We writers gotta stick together. You're a KID... just fifty-seven
ReplyDeleteremember.....this time will pass!!
ReplyDeleteI can really empathize! But in times of difficulty, we can grow so much and discover so much about ourselves. My best wishes!
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