What is Real?

Some days you are driven to your wits' end, despite every effort to the contrary.  Your attempt to stay calm and level-headed, believing the best in everyone, is stymied when one of the people you trust the most throws you for a loop.  At what point do you stop believing in them and feeling sorry for them, and finally see them for who they really are? 
People are challenged everyday...some meet these challenges head-on, and triumph valiantly...tired, but triumphant.  Some people are just tired, and crawl under the covers, unwilling even to imagine that the challenge could be invigorating and energizing.  Sadly, these people give others glimmers of hope as they attempt to pull themselves up from the depths, only to lose their grip and fall back...time and time again.  They talk a good talk about all their good intentions, their love of you, their work...but, in the end, what is real?  Do they really rely on you and your good favor to get by, and, if so, are you hurting them by allowing them to believe that you believe in them??

Enough is Enough

More than enough time has elapsed since my last entry, and, at the end of the day, it's time I make a real commitment to this.  I need to rediscover my desire to write and create, in the same way I look forward to reading my favorite bloggers' posts.  I can't wait to read what the English Muse has to report about the latest book she is reading, and what her followers are reading, as well.  Tina has a lot to do with inspiring me to really do this for real this time, and to look forward to posting on a regular basis.  Her blog is beautiful, and a wonderful example of the way it should be done.  I will take baby steps, and learn as I go...I look forward to sharing, and learning from all of you.

Ready or Not

Time to return to work after an eleven day illness - am I ready??  A serious respiratory condition takes all the wind out of you (literally), leaving you fatigued and lacking motivation of any kind.  The days drag on, your course of antibiotics is almost finished, and you still feel as if you will never be well again. Then, finally, the day arrives when you are sick of being sick, and there is a glimmer of  hope that you may beat this thing after all.

I will admit, I still don't feel the greatest, but I am exceedingly better than when I started with a nose that wouldn't stop running, and sneezing so constant and violent that I just wanted to crawl under the covers and never come out again.  I become very reclusive when I am sick; I don't want to talk to anyone other than my mother and my husband.  I usually have such great control over my life - when I am sick, I just give up and withdraw into my little sad state of disrepair.  

Thank goodness the will to return to normalcy, and to function again returns (albeit it in its own good time).

Tomorrow will be a better day.

No Regrets

At the end of the day, it is what it is.  Things happened as they were supposed to; the sequence of events happened for a reason.  If we all believed that, life would be a lot easier for all of us.  Tomorrow is a new day.  We can plan to influence the course of it, but, honestly, let go a bit and let it happen.  Take in the moments, both good and bad, and get what you can out of it.  Hopefully you are left with joy, inspiration, and enthusiasm -  for whatever tomorrow has in store!!