By SheelaR

So, I managed to get through my weekend, albeit feeling a little scarred.  I don’t know how to be over it and all the stress is taking a toll on my emotional and physical well-being. My blood pressure is through the roof and my brain feels scrambled.

Firstly, work on the house has slowed to a crawl. *takes a deep breath*  And the kitchen sink leaked all night. *closing my eyes and praying for strength. Secondly, Facebook has once again managed to creep into my consciousnesses and I feel like my life with never be the same because of it.

When you have so much to feel blessed for, the little things should never get any of your energy. Unfortunately, we give the little things of absolutely no worth too much power. I thought that my life was easy.  I thought that everything had its place. What I’ve learned is that nothing is certain but death. A sobering reality.

I also learned that there are a lot of people who take absolute pleasure in the pain of others.  Clearly, they are not happy and misery really does love company.  It makes no sense to me why people put so much time and energy into hurting other people. I guess it is easier to inflict pain than to deal with your own.

I know what I have, who I am and what I want. All that other stuff has mattered for all the wrong reasons.  When we are not thankful for our blessings and gifts we pay a heavy price.  I’ve paid, and I’ve paid.  I think my bill has been settled…or at least I hope it so.

Missteps are inevitable for us all.  When we fall, someone will be there to kick us while we’re down. What matters are those who help you up and dust you off. Those are the people that deserve our attention and appreciation. I’m closing an unhappy chapter in my life. I’m slamming that door shut. I need to maintain a higher level of dignity and so far, I’ve not done a good job.  I need to work on me, I can’t fix anyone else.

Last thing before I lie my hurting head down for the night… I love my friends for holding me down this week.

Thank you for encouraging me to pursue my dreams of writing and teaching art. You’ve given me a new lease on life with your belief in me. Thank you for telling me to come back because you had nothing interesting or funny in your timeline. That made me rotflmaopimp. I guess I’ll add comedian to my résumé   Thank you for believing in me, because you know I have nothing to prove. Finally, thank you for your patience and for caring about me unconditionally. Telling me you would pursue your art if I pursued mine, put a fire under me.  I love a challenge.

I am rich in my life.  Not because of the things that I have, but because of the people that love Sheelagh for who they know she is and not what they think she is. I don’t know what I wanted, but I know what I have and it is all that I need.

By SheelaR

I love clever branding.  I’ve had a Starbucks iced coffee cup sitting in my car for several days now, and this morning, the corner of my eye caught a glimpse of that iconic green straw.  In that brief moment I wanted to be in the pacific northwest. My brain totally associated that green straw with Seattle, a place I just happen to love, and you can’t think of Seattle without thinking of Starbucks.  Great job, Starbucks!

I love my Rolex. My dad gave me a Rolex for my 25th birthday and I’d hardly worn it until about a month ago. Now, I can’t stop feeling for it on my wrist every time I need a quick feeling of love. Although, Rolex is typically symbolic of luxury it’s different for me.  Its beauty is a reminder of the beauty of my relationship with my father. Not because he gave me an expensive watch, but because he said that it’s beauty reminded him of me. How can I not love my beautiful pink Rolex?

I love sitting on my patio early in the morning.  I live for the quiet stillness of early summer mornings.  Sometimes I close my eyes, not to sleep, but to enjoy moments that only that time of the day can provide.  The sound of birds singing; squirrels shimming up trees and the absolute stillness of my quite suburban backyard. Those moments don’t require anything from me, but my appreciation for my gifts and blessing.

I love the smell of freshly laundered bed linens.  I’ve got a linen closet full of sheets, pillow cases, blankets and stuff.  However, I always seem to go for the ones in the dryer.  I love the warmth, smell and softness that newly dried sheets have. I put them on my bed right before I lie down and lay my face directly on the bed.  I can almost imagine how swaddled babies must feel. The warmth and security of a blanket, the softness of a mothers bosom and that familiar smell of someone you love.

I love brief gentle kisses coupled with long loving hugs. A long hug is an opportunity to feel like I’m experiencing the depths of his soul. It’s a brief moment of love and passion. I want to feel like every time he puts his arms around me, but it has to start with that kiss. Not a long wet bothersome kiss, but a tender flash of love.

Those are some of the things that I love 🙂

It is a dull painful ache to be lied to and sometimes, to lie to.  Especially, when you know that your lies will cast aspersions upon your character.  Words do have power. That old saying about “sticks and stones” has no place in reality. Wars both big and small have started over lies and innuendo. So I must ask you again, should you forgive? I was at the receiving end of some of those malicious hurtful lies and actions. I felt like I had every right to hurt back, but in reality I had no right; but how does as a singular, do you fight the machine?

Lies have to be confronted head on and forgiven, but only in context to the severity of their nature.  I’m less forgiving of lies that destroy lives and more forgiving of lies about where one purchase a particular handbag. I won’t go into details about my story, it’s is too long and far too rich in details to relay in the time I have to write this blog.  I’ll share this with you… Think long and hard about the tales you weave when at first you practice to deceive.