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If I Ever Get To Relax…

How do you relax?

I don’t really know the answer to this question except like the simple answer of: my quiet time at bedtime.

But today I spent the early morning doing a puzzle with my daughter; and it was relaxing. I haven’t felt that way in a long time. It’s probably because we are on a vacation. So there’s no dishes, laundry, or cleaning.

So maybe vacations relax me; which is the purpose of a vacation. To relax.

So yeah, I don’t really have an answer…

Maybe playing solitaire. I’ve been playing solitaire at night to fall asleep. Because watching a movie or show keeps me awake.

My answers make me sound so mature. 😎 Haha!

Enjoy your evening. I’ll enjoy my vacation.

A Battle.

You can. It won’t hurt you. Just try it for a moment.

“No! It will hurt me. I’m not going to do it again.”

‘You know you want to. If you don’t do it now you are just going to dream it.

“No. I’m stronger. I can stay honest.”

‘Staying honest is not easy. Just take the easy route. Come and try again. You know you want to.’

“Stay strong. Stay strong.”

You are strong. That’s why you should try again. You are strong enough to have self control. I’m sure you will stop after this time.’

“I should stop now. Don’t falter. It’s trying to trick you.”

‘I’m not trying to trick you. I’m trying to encourage you to enjoy some happiness; instead of hiding from it. Come.’

“Maybe I could try for a short moment. Maybe I would be able to stop on my own terms. Maybe…”

Yes. Yes. You know yourself. You know what is good for you. You know what you need. This can help you.’

“It might help me. I’ve been having a feeling that something was missing from my life. Maybe this is it. The thing that helps me relax.”

You deserve to relax after everything you have gone through these last few days. You owe it to yourself to unwind and enjoy your quiet time. Come.’

“Yeah. Nothing is wrong about enjoying something. That it helps me relax after a long hard day. I deserve this after all my sacrifice throughout the day.”

So true. Come.’

“But wait…should I be doing this? I have been good for several days. And I always feel nauseous and disgusted after doing it again. Maybe…”

‘Don’t listen to anyone but me. I’m on your side. The other voice is trying to take away all the joy in your life. Just listen to me and find the finer things in life.’

“Right. Think about me, and what I want. Okay!”

‘Good. Good.’

…Moments later…

“I feel sick to my stomach. Please forgive me God! Why did I do that? Why would I listen to that voice.”

Because everyone always listens to me. I’m the voice everyone try’s to ignore and stay away from. But they always crumble and listen eventually. I revel in your defeat! Victory is on my side!’

“What have I done? What have I done? Forgive me. Please heal my heart and clean my soul. Make me stronger. Make me able to withstand the voice of darkness. But also, make me better at listening to the voice of lightness. Please help me.”

You don’t actually mean that. Why would you not want me. I’m…’

“No! I’m done listening to you. Shut up and leave!”

But…’

“LEAVE!!”

Silence…

“Can you forgive me? Can you let me know you hear me?”

You did fail at listening to my voice. I’m not the voice to be a kill joy. I’m the voice to keep you on your path. The only path. But you continue to falter and listen to the voice of darkness. You block out my calls.’

“I’m so sorry. Please! Forgive me. I need you to be louder. Be louder than the other voice.”

I am loud. But you deafen me by ignoring my calls. You would rather fail than fight. You need to fight with me, and not against me.’

I’m going to! I will! I promise!”

‘Your promises never seem to last long. It’s been about a week since our last conversation. Will you fight with me for all the years to come. To never sub-come to hear the other voice. Block it out from your ears?’

“I want to!! I’ve been trying to. It’s just so hard. But I’m going to. Today. I will fight alongside of you. Let us be one. Show me the path.”

Okay. Let’s go.’

Everyone struggles with something. And not everyone will have these types of conversations inside their bodies, but it can happen. It’s a battle between you, a demon, and the Holy Spirt. You can be strong for years, weeks, or days. And then falter. No one is perfect.

But you can fight it. God will help you. You just have to fight the fight with Him.

Fight the Fight!!

Digital Art
By: emily2jane
9-02-24

Inspired by today’s post.

I Remember Life Before iPhones.

Do you remember life before the internet?

I was never a popular person with following trends. I was always a step behind. Which I was fine with; I was blessed to have what I had.

Like when the iPod came out I still rocked my Walkman. Then the shuffle came out and I got an iPod. I had that iPod for several years.

Around the same time, I had one of those awesome flip phones. It could flip two ways; I thought I was some cool stuff. (Turns out my husband had one too. Haha!)

I remember life before the internet. I was just so young that I was just outside playing. It’s not like it was an obvious milestone. It was just my childhood. But I remember when the iPhone was new. But I have no idea when I got my first one.

My family took turns using the upgrade with our cellular plan. I know I used an upgrade for the awesome flip phone!!

I can say life was simpler. I miss it; but I use my phone for everything now. My blog, new recipes, digital art, movies, FaceTime, etc. I could use a laptop for all those things but the FaceTime is so lucrative living so far away from family.

If could switch to an iPhone that could only call, text, take photos, and FaceTime, I would. But I don’t think those exists anymore. And if I’m allowed all the options I’m going to use them because they are convenient. So it’s a never ending spiral of being dependent on my phone.

But life before the iPhone is no longer attainable…which is saddening.

Things…

What are you good at?

I could list the “easy answers”, but I want to go more in depth. (The quotations is because I like to do the things, but I’m not claiming to be the best.)

I could list art, writing, swimming, dancing, etc. However I want to list other things I’m good at. That are unique to me.

Like I’m good at being a fair referee. No matter if I’m playing or not I want it to be kept fair. This was a skill I needed in coaching. No matter what, I kept it fair. Especially in ultimate frisbee. So much cheating would have gone on if I didn’t keep them honest.

I am also good at befriending the ones left behind. I would say I prefer it. Usually there is that friend that doesn’t fit into the group; and the group alienates them. Unless for severe reasons, I usually gravitate to those types of people. Being different is not a bad thing; it’s just different. My favorite saying is, “Normal is a setting on a washing machine.” I don’t know where it came from but that’s pretty much my motto.

I’m good at not procrastinating. This helped a lot when I was in high school and community college. I was the student to get the homework done weeks before it was due. (I was a definite teacher pet…) but I would turn in the assignments early so that the teacher could give me feedback so that my assignments would receive A+!! Yes, I was that student.

I think I’m also good at admitting when I’m wrong. This one has taken many years; but I believe I’ve gotten somewhat better at. But believe me, there are times where I want to be petty and not say a word, but I’ve come to realization that it’s hurting me not the other person. For me to be happy, I need to admit mistakes, forgive, and move onward.

Thinking outside the box is actually quite difficult. Because you may start off thinking you’re one thing, but putting it into words is impossible.

Have a wonderful Sunday 🥰

This Is A Tough One

How do you feel about cold weather?

This is tough. I guess it would all depend on what time in the year is it? Because it’s it supposed to be Spring and it still snowing; Nope I’m definitely Not a fan!

But if it Summer and you have been slowly melting. Like you feel like your face has melted down to your shoulders. And the only relief you feel is the cold shower before bed; then yes! I’m excited about the cold coming.

Just where we live I would only wish it would stay in its designated months.

Like one year. (I was dumb, and impatient.) I had planted a massive amount of seeds inside. Because I wanted a huge garden. And since it doesn’t start to warm up until mid May I had to keep everything inside since January.

But seriously enough was enough! It looked like a green house in my enclosed patio. That needed space was no longer accessible.

So. It was around the 2nd week of May and it had been sunny and rainy for most of it. I had been told to wait until after Memorial Day, but I was impatient. So I spent almost 8 hrs transplanting all the plants. Tomatoes, Lettuce, Onions, carrots, cilantro, potatoes, green beans, sweet peas, cucumbers, etc. Everything you could think of I had started from seed. But importantly from heirloom seed.

But so I transplanted everything. And it was all fine. Everything was happy to have more sun and way more space!!

Only to have a night frost happen 2 days before Memorial Day and kill almost everything. I think 2 of the 13 tomato plants survived. All the green beans froze and shriveled. Everything above ground perished. I was so sad. Because we had been planning on having our vegetables covered for at least a few months.

But I was impatient and I suffered the consequences. Our harvest that year was so sad.

All this to say. I like cold, but not when it springs up from no where and ruins all your hard work. Because I had been told by several different local people that the frost was over; that it should be fine to plant outside. But that’s what I get for not listening to the year-round farmers in the area. They are the ones to listen to, because it’s their livelihood is at stake.

So to answer the question it would be yes. I like the cold after the hot hot Summer. But also no; if it has not departed in a timely manner.

I miss Spring. Anywhere else, Spring is my favorite season.

Enjoy your Monday. 🌸

I did not have a relaxing Sunday like I had hoped. Instead my kiddos decided to have meltdowns all day, since their daddy is away on a trip. We miss him dearly. I miss being sane.

So a shout out to all the good husbands out there! Your help is always wanted. You keep us, moms, at bay from insanity! Give your husband a hug today. Just randomly. I’ll give mine a virtual one. 😊

Photo
By: emily2jane
5-19-24

My daughter picked me so many wildflowers!! We are going to plant some today.

Done Many Dumb Things…But No.

Have you ever broken a bone?

I’ve never actually truly broken a bone. I’ve been hurt. Severely hurt, but it’s never been broken.

I can think back through my childhood and remember sprains and deep bruises, and torn muscles. But no broken bones.

I wore roller blades in the house without a helmet on the second story, and fell down the stairs. But miraculously I was okay.

I tried the “sledding” when on a skateboard with my dog towing me, and she went so fast I fell off the skateboard and scraped almost all my skin off my limbs but no broken bones.

Swimming, I hit someone in the head with my thumb so hard they got a huge bruise, and my thumb throbbed, but no broken bones.

I ran into a teammates shoulder (with my face) and got my lip pressed into my braces. Lots of blood but nothing broke. Not even the braces.

I punched myself in the face with a paint scraper. Gave myself a minor concussion and lost some blood. An Ambulance had to come and take me to the hospital because I passed out while standing. But no broken bones.

I hurt my back enough that it stopped my swimming career, but the doctors couldn’t find the culprit.

There’s several more things. I know I sprained the same elbow more than four times. But it was never enough to break any bones.

Probably why my kids are so resilient. Their bones are strong like their mama.

I guess the only time it might have counted was when I was really little. I don’t know exactly what age…eight…ten…? Something like that. Just imagine two brothers and one sister. Plus two hula hoops over lapped. The brothers were on the outside, the sister (me) in the middle. The brothers begin to play tug-o-war. The sister trips and falls, and the brothers fall on top of her. Which causes the sister to bust up her lip and twist and chip a tooth. So much blood.

I still have it to this day. I could get it capped but it doesn’t bother me. It also has memories. Yes, some bad memories, but also I remember playing with my brothers. That day was almost twenty years ago. Wow. Time does fly.

So I guess I did break something. One tooth. I’m doing pretty good for being a adventurous child. I did so many dumb things in the past.

Enjoy your Sunday!! I will be having a quiet peaceful Sunday with my kiddos. ❤️ Also!

Happy Birthday Mama!!! 💕

Digital Art
By: emily2jane
5-19-24

Word Of The Day: Turbid 2-16-24

Synonyms: murky, muddy, thick, cloudy, clouded, etc.

.-.-.

The turbid liquid,

Stirred before me.

I used to find comfort,

Instead I have misery.

The joy is gone;

The laughter too.

I’m left with murky,

Thick…

Cloudy Coffee.

It’s bitter,

It’s brown.

Now all I do is frown.

Goodbye my old friend.

I’ll never drink you again.

.-.-.

Obviously this poem is about coffee, but it’s truly about the lost love for coffee. When I became pregnant with my daughter I gave up coffee. It was difficult, because I enjoyed the smell, the flavor, and just the warm drink in the morning.

I switched to a tea; which is good, but not yummy like I remember the coffee being. But I’ve been caffeine free for almost 8 years. Well for the most part.

If we are on a trip or my husband desperately needs my help I have a mocha frappe with real coffee. All the sugar and caffeine makes me an energizer bunny. But I’ve also given up sugar. So that option is no more. Now I have to drink plain old coffee.

Which I used to love! I’d have coffee with milk. Simple. But now that’s so bitter to me.

I’ve had an occasional decafe coffee and I never can drink all of it, so I’ve given up. I think coffee is not meant for me.

Which makes me feel boring. Like coffee was the thing that connected me to people my age. And I already have a tough time talking to people…now I’ve chopped out the simplest conversation starter. Haha!

Well after all that…I’m just sad to say goodbye to coffee. It’s been a part of my life since I was 15. Now a part of me is gone.

Enjoy your weekend. Enjoy a cup of coffee!!

Just a few cups I’ve gotten over the years. I need to cross out boyfriend and write husband….I love giant cups!!

So tired.

I’ve been having trouble sleeping. I know why, but it’s been difficult to change my weird schedule.

I’ve been staying up late until 1-2am and my son wants to wake up at 5am. But I’ve been doing that for maybe the last week.

At night it’s my alone time, and when I divulge in binge watching shows.

But man it’s hitting me today. The husband wanted to play video games last night so I went into the room early. And magically I was tired at 11pm. And I went to sleep. And I woke up just before 7am. And I’m still exhausted.

I’ve been trying to put my son in his own bed, but the motion of laying him down wakes him up instantly. So I have to wait until he is dead asleep. which is about 1am.

So tired.

Short Story #3

“Back off! Seriously back off!” I backed up towards….a window! ‘Great, I’m on the second floor. ‘ “BACK OFF!” I couldn’t see it anymore, but I could feel its presence. I felt around myself; looking for anything to defend myself. Anything. Anything.” My foot slipped on something behind me. I knew that tonight was over. It felt like I watched my body fall into the abyss. Whack! My head made contact and then darkness.

Oh my head. Pain. Headache. PAIN!’ Then remembering what had happened last night I flashed my eyes open, but instantly regretted that action. Light flooded me. Everything was white. Instead of suffering in the complete emulousness I closed my eyes and attempted to hone in on my other senses. I heard nothing except my heart pounding. At least I knew I was alive. My nose worked, but I wish it didn’t. Whatever the smell was, it must have died. Could I move? I could. My body felt lifeless. My arms lifted easily; I could also wiggle my toes. ‘Okay. Let’s try this again.’ I opened my eyes once again. Light engulfed me. I slowly sat up, and there I sat in a glowing white space. The light bounced around. ‘Was this really where I was last night?’ I was still in a corner, but there was no window. I was still in my clothes from last night. I had the stamp on my wrist from the club last night. But how should I put this…my body was shimmering. Glimmering? Glistening? Whichever it was, it didn’t seem normal.

“Do you understand what is happening?”

Where did that voice come from?’ I jumped into a squatted position and tucked myself farther into the corner. “Who said that?” Silence. “Where are you?” Nothing. “Show yourself!?!” ‘Did I really want it to show itself. Was it the same person from last night?’ But if it wanted to fight, I was not going to back down. I threw my hands up into a fighting stance.

“No need for that. Alexandra relax yourself. I’m here to help you transition.” Again just a voice.

“If you are here to help, then show yourself!” ‘Transition?’ “What do you mean transition?”

A blazing being became more focused; they seemed to ooze from the white walls around me. “I’m here to help you transition. If you have any things you wish to bring to a close before your own close, I will help you find closure. Can you think of anything?”

Why do they keep saying transition? Bring to a close? My own close? Closure?’ “What are you talking about. I’m fine. I’m moving. I don’t need your help. I’m going back home.” I stood and tried to walk out of the endless room, but the blazing being stopped me. Seriously, my body stopped when the being’s glow moved in my way. “MOVE!”

“Alexandra. You need to keep your composure. I will explain everything in a moment. Can you keep calm?”

I wanted to strangle the glowing being, but sure I can be composed. Only for a moment. “Fine. Sure, Whatever.” I waited…

Suddenly the room that was once bright was full of darkness. I couldn’t see anything. But slowly my eyes accustomed themselves to the darkness. It was the room. It was filthy here. I didn’t notice last night but the floor was shrouded with trash. The wallpaper was torn and jagged. The only reason I could see anything at all, was because the blazing being was still besides me. Its glow was still vibrant amongst the darkness. I saw the window. It had bars on the outside; good thing I didn’t try that last night. I walked towards the window, but then I stumbled. ‘What was that? I pushed myself up, but it was not the floor that my hand pushed on…what am I touching?’ I jumped back! I know I touched something strange. It didn’t stay firm with my hand; it moved beneath me. “Wh…what was that? Show me.”

The being glided to the mass I was next to, until it was hovering next to the….body.

There was a body next to me. A lifeless body. ‘A BODY!’ I felt sick. I had used this body to brace myself. I felt disgusting. ‘Wait. A body.’ I crawled over to the body and checked their pulse. Maybe there was a chance they could be saved. Nothing. I took up the position to begin chest compressions…

“No need for that. Sadly this young woman is gone from this world.”

I got an eerie feeling. ‘Woman? No…’ I didn’t want to but I couldn’t look away. She had a pink top on like me. ‘Just a coincidence.’ She wore a blue jean skirt. ‘Normal for girls to have the same sense in fashion.’ The tiger stamp was also on her wrist. ‘Other people go to clubs. That’s normal.’ But…her face. Her face was my face. ‘My face. This was me. I was lifeless here in the dark alone.’ “How? Why? How?”

“Alexandra,” the glowing being came closer, “I need you to calm yourself.”

I couldn’t I was all sorts of feelings. Disbelief, anger, sadness, chills, confusion, depression. But that didn’t change anything. I needed to calm myself. ‘Just breathe Alex, breathe.’ But my body was not listening. It was shaking, and I don’t think it was going to stop.

“Alexandra. Alex….”

Suddenly arms wrapped me. Somebody was holding me. My body was relaxing. I wanted to look and see who was holding me, but instead I just hugged them harder. I wanted to just stay like this; because then that meant I didn’t have to deal with the problem at hand. But this smell…I knew this smell. It was coming from the person holding me. Looking up, there stood… Jeremiah!?! ‘WHAT!?! Jeremiah. My best friend who passed two years ago. How?’ I pushed him off of me and away. “Who are you?”

“It’s only been two years and you have forgotten me already, Alex?” Jeremiah smiled.

‘That grin. That was the grin that I have missed. How was it him? How was he here?’ Oh, how I have missed him. “Of course I remember you, Jeremiah. I miss you everyday,” my under control body was beginning to tremble again. Tears were forming. “Why are you here now? Where is here? Why did you have to leave me when I needed you most. Why..?” The floodgates opened.

Again Jeremiah hugged the sobbing Alex before him. “Oh, Alex. I’m sorry. It wasn’t my decision to leave either. If I could have stayed, I would have stay with you always. But God had a different plan. Now that I’m thinking about it; I probably needed to be here for you when you needed to transition. He knew that you would have no one. So for once I’m glad that I left this world two years ago. Even though watching you these last two years has been rough. I’ve tried to keep you safe. But some of your decisions have been terrible. Like the one last night. Why did you decide to go off with that scum? You knew that he was bad; why would you do that to yourself?”

I was listening, between my sobs, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted comfort, but all I was getting was a lesson. I knew that guy was bad news. I had planned to expose him, but instead I was cornered. I was killed. ‘Why me?’

“Alex. I’m sorry. Please stop crying. Please,” Jeremiah decided to let the lesson go. The results of her actions was not going to change. “Shhhhh…”

I’ve missed Jeremiah, so much. Life has been so empty without him. I’ve been just going through the motions. Jeremiah had been my only family left. Everyone else had already passed away when I was little. But for these last two years I’ve been reckless. I guess I’ve been trying to leave; ironic. Now that I’ve left; I desperately want to go back.

There are so many things that I haven’t done. Love, kids, life. Looking back I don’t think I would have actually achieved those things. Love: you have to first love yourself; and I don’t think I hated myself, but I was not happy. Kids: you need love first; maybe I should have adopted. I should have adopted! I could have given a different child a home and family. How I wish that could have been me. Life…my life was over. I wonder if I was able to continue, if I could have changed my life path. Now that I know what I know now, I would have tried.

“Jeremiah. What happens now?” Instead of looking at what could have been; I should just start fresh now.

Jeremiah still held Alex close. “Now you transition. God has given you the chance to give yourself closure or to give your chance to another person alive today. After that we go on. You live once again; just in a new way. A better way.” Jeremiah pulled away from Alex, “You ready?”

‘Was I ready? What else could I do?’ “I’m ready. And I know just what I want to do.”

Down On Earth…

“Sister Mary? Do you know an Alexandra Mitchell?”

“No. I don’t believe I do,” Sister Lucy came over to look at the card. “Whomever she is, she is a God send. Look at this donation. With this, we can help so many of our kids.”

Sister Mary looked out at the kids running around outside, “You have a special guardian angel watching over you all. She has given you a chance at a better life. Bless you, Miss Alexandra.”

The End

This Would Be Awesome!!

Come up with a crazy business idea.

That the government had to pay stay at home moms a salary. I know, I know. If you magically come up with something for the government to do it just makes taxes go higher…

Instead let’s say this…If you are a stay at home mom, your husband gets a tax break.

Because, us, stay at home moms do so much. And I wish I could help out my husband financially. I know I do in a sense. We don’t have to pay for daycare, cooking, cleaning, laundry, gym, school, etc. It was about 2 years ago, when I looked up to see how much money would a stay at home mom make; and it was about $160,000 a year. I just looked now, and it’s saying closer to $180,000.

Really. Tax break would be awesome!! Like you naturally get, say $20,000 tax refund plus your other additional tax return. I think that sounds amazing!!

Just something extra for all our hard work. An extra incentive for having the greatest and hardest job of all time!! Seriously!! My days seem to be like Tetris…how much can I fit into a day?!?

So I don’t know if this actually counts as a business idea. But it would be truly awesome!!

Just an idea…

.-.-.

We are tough,

We are strong.

We are enough.

Our days are very long.

We feed you.

Bathe you.

Teach you.

Even prepare you!

Payment you might ask?

No money for us.

It is said,

Give us your love instead.

.-.-.

To all the mamas out there!

Digital Art: By emily2jane
Just Pretty”
01-11-24

I felt inspired to do a pretty picture. Probably because it’s so cold outside. I miss all the colors.