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Five Minute Friday Gift

30 Mar

Five Minute Friday Gift.


Five Minute Friday Gift

30 Mar

Oh there are so many when you stop to count

My husband, my children, my ability to write, my home, love in all of its forms, the sun, the sky, flowers, trees, pets and clean clothes.

Joy and laughter, fresh popcorn, a smaller number on the scale, chocolate, best friends, nieces, Khloe, just breathing in the air on a warm spring day.

Snow days, hot chocolate, joy in ordinary moments, brownies, acceptance letters, scholarships, my car

New clothes and old favorites, comfortable shoes, a surprise dinner out or a lunch invitation any time

A love note written, a love note received, again love in all its forms. Yes I think love is the greatest gift of all, to give and receive and to put in everything we do. Yes, it would have to be love. The kind that can move mountains or a stubborn heart or just be in silence with you when you need it the most

Love for myself, now there’s one gift I want more of. Getting better, but can get better than I am

God loves me or so they say, so I am worthy of loving myself. Why don’t I do it better? I want to do better. I will do better. Everyone needs someone who loves them. Love and be loved. What a gift.

Five Minute Friday: Loud

23 Mar


It’s Friday, so I’m taking Gypsy Mama’s Five Minute Friday challenge:
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.
We finger paint with words. We try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Meet & encourage someone who linked up before you.
Today’s word was Loud.

Sometimes the intuition is so loud I can’t ignore it even if I want to. I have to do what it tells me to do. When I listen to that small still voice, there is relief. I can move on. It’s like the pressure release on a can of Coke. Ahhhh, refreshing. Only I don’t drink that stuff anymore and that’s the rub. Releasing the pressure means I’ve accepted the change I have to make. It makes my life louder. I can’t hide my light anymore. I have to accept that I have a louder personality than others. I’ll never be the quiet, demure woman I once aspired to be. I will try to curb my loudness for my quiet friends, but if they are truly my friend, they will see the value of my loud as I see the value of their quiet.

Loud makes me feel alive. Loud music, loud colors too, but I‘ve always resisted loud because of loud arguments when I was a child. Loud then, meant anger and fear and a chance that someone might be mad at me. Loud wasn’t safe. Children were seen and not heard. Now loud is my choice. Not mean loud, just living loud. Today I love loud, most of the time.

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