Great post. Encouraging. I had to share it. 🙂
To all the Dreamers.
Monthly Archives: October 2013
The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever. . .Positive Words for the Day
Encouraging words. Something I am working on. 🙂
“The future comes slowly, the present flies and the past stands still forever.” – Johann Friedrich Von Schiller
The number one thing you need to convince yourself of is that you CAN do whatever you seek to accomplish. If there are skills you must have, you can learn them. If there are resources you need, you can locate them. Your beliefs and commitments drive possibility into otherwise difficult situations. Convince yourself to achieve, and you will find a way to get there.
If you’re still searching for the perfect partner, stop. There’s no such thing. There are only different flavors of imperfect ones. In fact, you are just as imperfect as the partner you seek. You simply need to find someone whose imperfections complement your own.
The biggest problem standing between you and your goal is the sorry excuse you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it. …
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You are important. 🙂
Funny. Good story. 🙂 I enjoyed reading it. Marty McFly would do well on Halloween – No Doubt!
I grumbled, paused the show, straightened out my toga, and wandered to the front door. When I opened it, I found a boy of about 12 on the porch. He was dressed as Marty McFly from “Back to the Future” and smiled as he held out a plastic bag that had a Witch and a Vampire on it.
“Trick or treat!” He then shook the bag as if to explain what he meant and what he desired.
I looked at him in befuddlement as I admired his costume. He actually looked a lot like Marty. Kudos to the kid for presentation, but major points off for time management.
“Do you know what day it is?” I asked as patiently…
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When I was getting up Wednesday morning to take my mother to and from surgery and pick up her prescriptions, I did not realize I would end up with an eye infection and antibiotics (picked up yesterday, pharmacy was beginning to think I would be a regular) of my own. Fortunately, the infection lined up with my days off work. Unfortunately, it made me less ‘on par’ to care properly for my mother.
But it led to a rather interesting mini-experience. I was feeling drowsy a couple hours after taking my medication and, wondering if it was due to the medication or my own tiredness, I looked more closely at the bottle. (Note to Self: Always do that before you take the medication…) I assumed it was just another run of the mill antibiotic as I had experienced over the years. Mistake.
Clearly printed were instructions to avoid direct and artificial sunlight. No explanation. But I figured it heightened photosensitivity. I made a joke about bursting into flames in the sunlight, and moved on. It was cloudy after all. No reason to dwell.
The following day I acted as usual, practically forgetting about the sunlight warning, and took my meds upon waking. It was not nearly as cold as yesterday and there were significant lengths of uninterrupted sunlight shining through the windows and laying like blankets on the floor. I was feeling rather good about the day. My energy levels were higher, inflammation was down. I was feeling almost normal (that is, my normal).
About noon, my mother’s dogs wanted outside. I slid the back door open, my hand sliding into the hot sun (surprised me how hot it felt in October), and held for a few seconds while they clamored over each other out onto the wooden planks. My eyes shot down to my hand as it began to feel like it was catching fire and I wanted to be sure I was wrong. I jerked my hand out of the sunlight. The sensation of flames – a heat that seemed almost liquid and yet not – with spots of deeper, hotter flames persisted. With a swift reach of my other hand, I pulled the door closed. Only a few seconds. My hand had only been in the sunlight a few seconds. The ‘direct sunlight’ warning flashed in my mind’s eye. “Now I know why they said to avoid direct sunlight.” My joke about bursting into flames seemed about spot on at this point.
My hand was still burning five minutes later, though lessening little by little. “Well, I guess this is a little insight into what being a vampire would be like,” I thought.
Going to the grocery store about an hour later was interesting…racing the sun to the edge of the clouds. Seriously feeling some pity for the blood-suckers. The next several days should be interesting. (Praying for clouds….Oh, and I bought an umbrella. – No, I didn’t have one before.) 🙂
(Thought I’d sprinkle some beautiful pics of sunlight through out the post…Look but don’t touch.)
The somewhat overused phrase…but with good reason.
Well, I finally did it. I found the name. Granted, it’s not on my current novel. But it is on one I will be discovering shortly thereafter. And it’s been plaguing me that I did not know the name. It poked and prodded and teased. Merciless. But I finally ‘bested the beast’.
The name is vital. Vital to the entirety of the book. It is involved in the title, involved in the essence of the protagonist, involved in the other characters’ perception of the protagonist. It felt so incomplete to only have part of the title. If I had not had any of it, it would have been better than some and not all.
This afternoon I found myself with the inclination to wander in its direction again. I started following the usual trails, trying to find the rabbit trail off the main path. I followed several through the dictionaries and origins and variations. Nothing. Some would come close in essence but not the correct sound or immediate reaction. But one came so close. I could feel the victory standing on the opposite cliff. All I had to do was find a way across that opening of nothingness between us. I followed the main path to a rabbit trail and then to a hunch that led to another hunch. I knew the correct name was buried just a little deeper, so I tweaked and twisted until ‘Voila!’ it was staring back at me.
Sigh. Happiness. It is finished. The title is complete, the essence is named. I can continue with my current work without the incessant interruptions of an incomplete task.
The ridiculous thing is: I have set my mind to the task periodically for more than a year now. But, no matter, it is complete at last. That story can rest peacefully (semi-peacefully, it still calls to me sometimes) until its turn comes.