A big pet peeve for me is when someone asks for advice and then does the opposite, or they keep saying “okay” but it is clear that it is not okay and they are just perturbed the advice is not what they want to hear.
It totally peeves me when I get the dishes all done, the sink is empty, and the dishwasher running, then someone comes along and puts a dirty dish in the sink within 15 minutes. Hand wash that sucker.
It really irritates me when someone tries to finish my sentence like they know what I’m going to say, or they immediately start talking as if they were not even listening in the first place. I suppose the pet peeve here is bad communication/listening skills. Most people should simply know better.
Well that’s it, I’m keeping it short. It’s been a long couple of days with family and The Walking Dead was on tonight! (If you want my opinion, I don’t think Daryl Dixon is dead)
Is there anything that just really ticks you off? Yes? Unload a little in the comments.
Day 2 – Write something that someone told you about yourself that you never forgot.
I was at a conference/retreat a few years ago where the theme was diamonds. It had to do with how are each truly a diamond on the inside. For some it may take years of digging, shaping and polishing, but we all have the potential to shine bright like the diamond we ultimately were created to be.
One of the women in leadership addressed me directly. She did not address MY personal “diamondness”. What she said was “You are one of those who sees into others, to the diamond on the inside of them. You are one who can help shape and polish people to see who they really are”. She did not know me well, but the things she said described me perfectly, and it was not the first time it has been said in some way. I’ve spent a lot of years working with groups and individuals from different walks of life like: churches, ministries, the mission field, schools etc. In the past I never really thought about what I was doing as anything other than just helping with a current need, but over the years I have come to learn that peoples’ lives have been changed. People had begun to believe in themelves and were repeating back to me things I had said or done that had helped them. I had been harvesting diamonds for as long as I can remember.
If you only knew
If you knew me personally, you would understand how hard that was for me to write. I had a hard time choosing what to write for this prompt. I wanted to tell of all the bad things that have been said that I still remember, but I thought how redeeming would that be? What good would it do me or anyone else to repeat those words? I chose to share the good in order to nurture the good.
It’s not bragging
We seem to believe as a society that it is not ok to be proud of ourselves, that to tell of our accomplishments is haughty and puffed up. We go around keeping anything we’re good at tucked down where no one can see it. It makes it nearly impossible to write a resume or go to an interview where someone says “tell me about yourself and tell why we should hire you”. We feel ashamed to be gifted. You know what? THAT IS STUPID!!! We should be proud of the things we are good at doing. WE are the ones DOING them.
Everyone has gifts
Everyone has gifts, talents, and abilities and the option to perfect them with extra time and practice. I encourage you today to look deep inside of yourself and ask “what am I good at? what am I passionate about? what do I really want to do?”. When you get some answers, go after it, work hard, and be proud of yourself.
I am going to try a 30 day writing challenge. I am hoping to get some others I know to try too. Mostly though I am doing this for me, so that I can develop some consistent writing habits and not run into writer’s block.
Day 1 – List 10 things that make you really happy.
The beach – I really love spending time at the beach, there is simply no place more beautiful and relaxing.
My grandbabies – Their faces, their laughter, their funny stories – ahh, they fill my heart with joy.
A Georgia Peach Margarita from Buffalo’s Café– This drink is like heaven in a glass. It is so smooth and peachy with a little sugar on the rim, pure perfection.
Going to the movies with my girls – We have so much fun when we go out together. We laugh and act silly like little girls. The last movie we saw was Pride & Prejudice & Zombies, and it was amazing. It’s always an added bonus when my mom can come with us!
Summer – Shorts, flip-flops, lightning bugs, sprinklers, late-nights, cook-outs, vacations, warm weather, sunshine, swimming…need I say more?
Cheesecake – For me there is no dessert quite as satisfying as cheesecake.
Completing a project – I love that feeling when I am finally done with something I’ve been working on and I’m happy with the result. I get a real sense of pride and accomplishment that is rarely matched by anything else.
Time spent with a group – I enjoy a group dynamic where we can play games together or have discussions about random things. I love getting to know what makes others tick. When people let their guard down in a group setting; playing games, answering questons, or making an argument about something, you can often see straight into the soul of who they are deep down on the inside. I love that.
Video games – I am not all that great at some games, but I love them anyway. Whether it’s Tomb Raider, Gears of War, Halo, Call of Duty, or Farmville, I love gaming. Solving puzzles in 100 Floors or being scared to death sitting in Five Nights at Freddy’s or just blowing crap up in Goat Simulator, playing video games makes me happy.
Traveling – If I could go anywhere in the world, I would go everywhere. I’ve been to Africa, India, Mexico, Canada, and several island countries in the Caribbean. I’m planning to visit Israel in the fall.
Well that is my list. It is not in any particular order and it is by no means conclusive. I hope you enjoyed learning about what makes me happy, tell me something that makes you really happy.
Update: Ashley over at Screw Rubies is doing the writing challenge with me, so be sure to check her blog out too. She has the whole challenge list posted.
See I have two amazing daughters. They are each in their mid-twenties. They are each married. The each have two kids. That’s about where the similarities end.
The older one is easily described as “paint with all the colors of the wind”. She loves color and creativity. Everything has a personality, even inanimate objects. She is a full spectrum of emotions at any given moment in time and about any given subject. She is a free spirit but full of questions about how she affects the world around her. She loves Pocahontas. She is Pocahontas, and if someone would let her keep a raccoon as a pet she would without hesitation.
The younger one has been endearingly referred to as “mean boss lady” and she loves that title. She loves bold colors, mostly red or green. She is very analytical. She tends to see the world in absolutes. For her if the numbers do not add up, then it is simple not happening. If she gets too hungry, she turns hangry. And you won’t like her when she’s hangry. She loves the Hulk. She is the Hulk, and if you piss her off she will smash something without hesitation.
They are each a beautiful conundrum. They are my daughters. They are my friends. They are my Pocahontas and my Hulk. I love them more than words could ever say.
How about you, do your children remind you of any particular characters? Do you have funny nicknames for them?
In case it needs to be said, these are caricatures at best. Both girls are by far more complicated and compelling than these descriptions, but when I call them by these names in the future you’ll understand a little bit about them. And for the record they have approved and quite honestly picked these names!
This quote is kicking my butt. There is so much truth to it, but it is still so difficult to write the words. There are stories to tell, yes, but what will they cost? I’ve already paid a huge price by just living inside of them, and while I cannot lose some of the same things and people again, I can lose other things. I have been hurt, rejected, and lied to and about, so why does it matter if it happens more? It matters for the same reason that torture is what usually breaks a soldier in times of war. If one continues to be battered in the same way over and over they tend to eventually give up!
I was 10 when he said my grandmother could no longer buy me Easter dresses because he wanted to do so.
I was 11 the only year he did. That same year he wanted to buy my bathing suit and my first bra. He continued to be interested to a degree when or if (“if” because now he rarely bought me clothes as the privilege of new dresses belonged to another) I got new clothes. He was interested only if I tried things on for him.
The mind is an awesome and terrible thing. As I sit here, I cannot flush away thoughts of the bad dream I had last night. It has just enough basis in reality that it could have happened, and yet it did not. It was just a dream.
It is so strange how the mind can take bits and pieces of events, then string them together, while filling in the gaps with made-up crap, only to end up with some bizarre story playing in my head all night. It’s not like I had a Continue reading →