Yesterday, I worked without stopping. As a matter of fact, I didn’t take my normal breaks that come with my usual lame excuses. I was truly on fire! Yeah! [Chuckle] I know! I just thought about Alicia Keys’ song “This Girl is On Fire” also.
Gosh, I hope I don’t have that song playing in my head all day. Not that I don’t like it . . . But I just don’t want it playing in my head all day! You know what I mean! I hope I didn’t cause you to start singing ‘This Girl is On Fire’ in your mind either. Laughter! Well back to the subject at hand.
I woke up early this morning but I didn’t rise early but I stayed in bed. I watched a movie I would have never watched had I not had the blues. Truth is I didn’t know I had the blues. It’s been with me for so long that I feel my temporary sad state on Monday mornings is the norm.
Honestly, I just thought I was struggling with a mild case of depression. But what is truly happening is my soul is lamenting over a loss or in my case losses. And when I lost whatever meant so much to me I didn’t mentally and emotionally process the situation(s) to satisfy my soul’s thirst to be spiritually feed. I didn’t supplement things needed for my hungry soul to feel feed in wholeness.
So this morning as I waited for the feelings of sadness to leave I laid in bed and watched a movie that added to my sadness. I wonder how many other people lay in bed on Monday morning. I wonder how many people are faced with sadness of yesterday. I wonder do they realize they have the power to change things for the better despite missed opportunities. I wonder do they ever try to go within their wounded souls and hug the person that loves them.
Until today I never realized why I am sad on Monday mornings. I was once told by a dear and old friend, “Once you know something it gives you power to make changes.” Therefore, the change I am making now is my attitude. I am going to search for reasons within me, all day, about why I should be happy oppose to why I should allow my soul to continue to lament over missed opportunities.
For after all I am blessed and there is no one in my life that I would want to change places with.
Native getaways are the best! They are vacations taken within a person’s town, city, state, or country. It’s where local people blend in with the tourist and become vacationers. It’s where excitement over seeing something new and wonderful is displayed. It’s when good and interesting conversations are born and sometimes lasting friendships are made. It’s where people learn something new about their surroundings and appreciate things close to home. Native getaways are when people discover life outside of what they know! Have you ever had a native getaway? If not, you must try it sometime.
— My Vacation Experience —
This week my family and I went camping at Boyd Lake State Park for five days. The campsite was $20 per night with a daily $8 vehicle pass fee. However, it is more cost-effective to buy the $70 annual pass if you camp regularly at Colorado State Parks. The cost seems a bit steep but it will save you money over the camping season; especially if you and or your family like to camp often at Colorado State Parks.
The day scheduled for camping started stressful. And by the time we arrived at the campsite we discovered the trailer had major issues. The toilet was leaking, the gray water valve was leaking, and the air conditioner wasn’t cooling off the trailer.
With all that was going on with the trailer my family and I could not attend the Greeley Stampede. Major disappointment! Major! It would have been the first for us to attend the event. But my hubby and I had to stay behind and try to fix some of our trailer problems.
We could not fix the toilet because the RV parts store was closed, but we went to a local Wal-Mart and purchased a small storage tub. We placed the tub under the leak and called the situation good! The air conditioner started working better on its own! Thank! God!
And by the time things started turning around I was in tears! I was so disappointed! Each year we use our Jayco trailer I am in tears of regret. Another story I will share somewhere down the road is how to buy a recreational vehicle.
But to make our situation worse I left the battery chargers for all of our cameras sitting on the kitchen counter. After discovering I had left the batteries I had a poor attitude! And as I saw things then: to make matters worse I even forgot to pack SD cards. Laughter!
Let’s just say I wasn’t ready for the trip as much as I would have loved to have been. But the most important thing is we got a chance to have a mini-vacation within the state we live. Colorado!
While staying at Boyd Lake we took advantage of sightseeing some of the neighboring tourist attractions. We went to Rocky Mountain National Park, Estes Park, and shopped at one of Colorado Cherry Company country stores.
Well by the end of our vacation I was okay with what all had gone wrong.
I just got back from a five-day camping trip. My family and I decided to join a friend and her family at a local state park. I knew preparing for the mini-vacation would be a chore; since, I have been emotionally and physically tired for years. But a vacation of some sort was a high priority. So, when my friend told me that she and her family was going camping at Boyd Lake State Park, I reserved a camping spot for my family and me to join her and her family.
My friend was too excited to have us come with. She had made plans for us as a group to do this and that. She had made her trailer as the command central. She had even planned several of our meals (without consulting me). Her efforts were those of a true friend but her services were not totally needed. As you can see, my dearest and sweetest friend took it upon herself to make plans for everyone without consulting with anybody. And had the women of both families checked with each other about the trip perhaps hurt feelings could have been avoided.
My friend had failed to see I wanted some me time. I wanted to escape the demands of my demanding life. I wanted to sit and or lay in the comforts of cleanliness. I wanted to enjoy my trailer that has been for years a BIG source of disappointment in some mental capacity. But, nevertheless [sigh], the trailer belongs to me and mine and we love it despite of all the headaches it has given us. And we are always overjoyed to use it when it is not in the shop for months at a time because it was poorly made.
However, with all that was going on mentally, I had very little time to freely think about the direction of my life until now.
I got the below YouTube video from a fellow blogger and I thought I would share the powerful message with you:
To his mother, you are the reason these types of guys keep committing crimes. Stop babying your son and being an enabler! Nobody goes to jail for tattoos. Stop with the sob story about the job and kid. If he cared SO MUCH about his job and kid he’d stop committing crimes. Let him serve his time and learn a lesson. You’re being unjust to your son by not letting him pay the consequences for his actions. Let him grow up and take accountability! Raise money for starving kids and stop conning people into posting your criminal sons bail.
Jeremy Meeks’ story is the tragic story about a young man’s life hanging in the balance. It’s a story that has left many American’s clueless about why his mother is asking for donations to pay for her son’s legal expenses. It’s a story that has made women (and probably some men) make fools of themselves in social media settings. But what make this a truly sad story are the cruel words written to a mother that is trying to give her son another chance.
Let me first say this, I’m not supporting the cause but I understand a mother’s love.
I must admit when I saw his picture, I thought he was good-looking! His blueish-gray eyes go well with his caramel skin tone. His facial profile is defined with hard masculine outlines; while his lips are the right size of thickness for kissing all night long. He was indeed blessed by God to be eye-candy for the women. And, let’s just say the young pup took this old and very season woman back to her fun filled days of youth for a moment. But then reality sunk in and said, “Wait! There’s gotta be more to this man than just his looks!”
So, I began to research the newest pretty face to fame. And what I learned about him was this: he had a criminal past, he spent time in prison, he once lived in Washington, he has a tear underneath his left eye, he has all sorts of tats, he is married, he has a son, he got caught in a car with known gang members along with firearms and ammo, his bail was set for $1,000,000, his mom says her son has changed his life, he is innocent and was on his way to work.
Bail! $1,000,000! Wow!
Now why is his bail set for $1,000,000?!!! Don’t you think a million dollar bail is a lot of money for just a nobody that was on his way to work? Why was he driving a car with firearms and ammo knowing his situation? Com’on! This is no kid of teens! Don’t you think a man of 30 that has served time in prison is acquainted with the ways of the world? As why a logic person would ask why were his passengers gang affiliated? Why was he seen leaving a house that was under surveillance? And what was it being surveillance for? Whose car was he was driving? Because if the car belong to another, why didn’t he catch the bus to work? And what’s up with the teardrop underneath the corner of his eye? Why haven’t the name of his employer or his profession been released? I mean a list of questions could go on and on about his arrest. But . . .
What makes people feel justified in judging his mother? Why do people feel she’s the reason for his poor decision making skills at 30 years old? And what does the commenter mean by “these types of guys?”
A mother’s love is a mother’s love. It was created before children were placed into wombs. It has no boundaries on how it will protect its young. It sometimes goes without questioning and often makes mistakes in well doing. Honestly, it throws out logic when caring for its young. But nevertheless it is still a mother’s love.
I have been in church for nearly 53 years. And I have never heard the story of Jonah with so much feeling. Mary Margaret is full of passion for telling this great story. Her passion causes her to be very (and I do mean very) animated. Enjoy this cute little girl telling the story of Jonah.