So, I ask myself, "Self, why are you working so hard at creating happiness, when true joy is just a phone call away?"
I've been taking my daily walks. Missed a couple over Christmas, but took a nice long one yesterday. I'm amazed at how revitalized I am and better yet, how clear I think when I am climbing the hill back to my home. (Extending BIG TIME Gratitude to Wordbird for the suggestion, once again).
I am in the process of clearing out clutter. This- this 'ring' only symbolizes ownership to Flakey. Nothing has changed, except my clarity on it. Last night, I saw a couple of new things that weren't at his house before. Red flag. "She" has been there. It makes sense to me now why he was in such a hurry to leave on Christmas Day to get home by 7pm. I feel foolish.
Now, as Coach says, is the time to take charge and make decisions. My life is my decision. Do I want to continue to pretend that all is swell in fantasyland? Do I want to continue to create a happy snappy life? Do I really HONESTLY want to wake up with a man that "hates mornings" and won't even mutter a 'Good Morning' to me, but instead grunts around like life is such a chore?
Or - should I make the phone call to someone that I KNOW is a better choice for me? Someone that, just speaking to him brings laughter to my soul. Someone I feel so connected to, can talk to for hours and not realize the time has passed so quickly.
Oh, come on, Jane - WAKE UP. (oh, I am awake). YOU know what the answer is to this silly question. You ARE smarter than a 5th Grader. YOU KNOW. Stop lying to yourself, and get on with it.
YOUR life is YOUR decision. Choose to live it!
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A little sting for you too!
I saw that friend of mine, he said,
"You look different somehow."
I said, "Everybody's got to leave the darkness sometime."
I'm so happy that I can't stop crying
I'm laughing through my tears
I'm laughing through my tears
I'm so happy that I can't stop crying
I'm laughing through my tears
I'm laughing through my tears
You know what to do............GO ON!
I am in the STing mood today and sent one verse to Autumn and could not help but send this verse to you.
YOU ARE SO HAPPY AND YOUR LIFE IS YOUR DECISION SO GO LIVE IT!
AN OPEN LETTER TO ELIZABETH BARRETT-BROWNING ... FROM EMILY DICKINSON
To my forever everdearest ELIZABETH,
Without further ado, I would like to go straight to the point. I hope this note reaches you in a stabilized condition. I heard all is not well on your end there. Not to forget, the weather here has not all been that good, either. Sometimes, life can really be so unkind, isn't it? Have no fear, my dear. It is summer here.
"The skies may be blue, all cloudy and gray. Braving winter's chill here in my summer these days. I hope to warm you up with my song on L.A. Let me lull you to sleep, with sweet dreams in array".
Alas, my sweet lady Elizabeth ...
MAY I LEND YOU A BIT OF MY SEASON TODAY.
A cozy fire, a hot drink, a bag of Marshmallow,
to keep you from freezing from the "flakes" of harsh snow.
Trust me my sweet angel, it's your day tomorrow.
Cry no more my dear, the sunrise is so near.
No longer should you weep, Taraland yours to keep. (1)
Please pass my kindest regards to dear Robert.
With my ever ardent and fondest love,
EMILY (Sgd.)
Footnote:
1 (ibid) Found in the Archive of The Beauty and the "Beast".
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Postcript: Apology to Mr. Robert B in lieu of the above(
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Hi there AZAngel,
I hope the attached ("above") letter came to Elizabeth (via the box ... less the scroll)
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Again, Holy Mo ......! I thought I hinted you with warning signs. Anyway, I'd been splashing around about not crying over spilt milk. Yes!!! it's already OFF and STALE and SMELLS. Get rid of it quick ... no hesitation. And do me a favour, Angel. Pick up that phone right away ... I bet it's darn light, you don't need a forklift to handle it.
I feel for you but I know you could very well handle this "yo-yo" situation with grace and dignity. Well, I can't do nothing ... except grill my brains for another "stale sonnet".
Don't forget, you are an angel ... with a magical aura that radiates love and peacefulness. "Flakes" no nothing about such. What they know is just stick to wherever they could and pretend to be what they think they are. I think Carley and Spike are even smarter than 9th graders. Get a life, okay? You are worth more than a "flake -er". Oh, and about him? Take out the "L", please. Keep that letter. You know why? "L" is for Learner. Amen.
Keep clapping, splashing, brushing, smiling (Moon said so).
Bring it on .... have a great day, AZA!
Cheers,
Autumn Mist
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Ouch!
Go for the laughter in your soul! You know the truth, and you know what to do be pro-active. One day at a time, day by day, you will make the life you want with people who are a joy to be with.