I’d like to think that I am not technologically challenged – and I’m quite proud of the few things that I have managed to figure out for myself. For everything else? I have kids 😉
The threat of technology and even the so-called simple process of doing certain things has been a hindrance to me. But I finally swallowed the pill of fearless internet, and embarked on a new journey. There’s no stopping me now 😉
I have seven books currently on my computer – all written by me, in a variety of genres. I have finally published my very first one.
How do you perceive perfection? Because it’s different for everyone.
And we all have that voice inside that tells us we aren’t perfect enough. BUT…
Browsing through Facebook last night, I came upon this picture. It had been shared quite a few time and there were so many ‘love’ responses….
As I read comment after comment, the gist of it seemed to be that people were in a place of hurt or anger, and they wanted to go back to a time when life was easier and simpler.
I USED to relate. I can’t anymore.
My friend was closely inspecting me with a strange stare and I became uncomfortable – naturally.
No one likes being stared at.
The words that followed made me smile,
“My word, you have so many scars on your face. They’re small and not really noticeable, but when I really look I can see them.”
My scars are as a result of being a passenger in a motor vehicle accident when I was eighteen – glass shattered in my face and in some places embedded itself inside the skin. My scars should be worse. I was blessed. They’re barely noticeable.
I smiled because….
Today is an unhealthy day for me.
And I was sitting at the doctors surgery, eagerly awaiting my appointment, when I received a notification for a new blog post on one of the sites I like to regularly visit.
(It’s an excellent post and you should go and read it)
The question in the blog post loomed at me, because at the moment the only thing keeping me from writing right now is my health. And time.
Because ill health means there is even less time than usual.
The definition is not what you’re expecting in relation to the title…. you’ll have to read on to find out more.
But for now, I thought this was a pretty accurate statement…
I’ve had my share of bad managers – people overseeing me in the work place who were more than questionable in many areas. The mind boggles when trying to figure out how it is they got their position to start with. They sure do ruin the work place. In fact, one day I should blog for ‘the prospective employer’, because ‘bosses’ these days leave a lot to be desired. You’d think they’d know better – surely they can see/read the same rants and tips the rest of us do? I guess they really just don’t care. How sad that this is what ‘life in the workplace’ has become.
But as I stared at the picture, I saw it in a different light. Who’s my boss?
Reblog of an old post, because every now and then I need to remind myself, and others, about their ‘journey to excellence’.
via Meandering Along in the Journey of Mediocrity
She was 44 and we’d been friends for 22 years when the call came.
She had been diagnosed with cancer a few months before this, but the cancer had ravaged her body to the extent that these were the calls she was having to make.
She passed away about six weeks after that call. I’m thankful I had the opportunity to spend last moments in time with her, and that I was able to love her and say ‘see you later – keep me a place’.
But her life was too short and she was gone too soon.
I met a lady four years ago, on her seventieth birthday. Her life had been difficult and painful, having buried her husband in her thirties after losing their child, and then burying her other two children not even ten years later.
At the age of 65 she was diagnosed with cancer, and every day thereafter increased her suffering in this life.
On her deathbed, shortly before turning 71,she whispered to her sister,
“I’m ready to go now. I have been for a very long time. They’re waiting. Sometimes I think that this life of mine has just gone on too long.”
Some people say life is too short. Others say life is too long. I say that it doesn’t matter – it’s not worth anything unless you touch the lives and hearts of others in a positive way!