In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”
I am locked in a room with my greatest fear
There is a large oval table. At the head of the table is the CEO of the company and I have to give a presentation on anything at all.
I open my mouth but the words that I know so well have gotten hooked on my Adam’s apple and simply will not come out of my mouth. While I am trying to loosen them up Linda Blair is in full make-up from the Exorcist and is taunting me.
Will I speak or will I just break out in a sweat and fall down in front of the entire board and start to exhibit signs of being possessed?
Thank God I opened my mouth turned my brain on automatic and the words just seem to flow out on their own until I seem to start gathering confidence and was even able to field questions with relative ease.
Once it was all done and there were no more questions and I could sit down I realized that I was totally out of breath from holding it. I breathed and sat down.
Based on a true story. 🙂
A wonderful blog post that is very insightful. Great perspective advise.
Good morning and happy Thursday!
This morning I woke up feeling so thankful. Night-shift really has a way of making me appreciate things that I never really thought about before: sleeping by my husband, waking up at a “normal time”, being able to say goodbye to Drew before he goes to work, watching the morning news, and eating breakfast at breakfast time. Since my husband doesn’t believe in heat until November 1st (it’s 58 degrees in our house), I turned on the fireplace and I’m posted up in front of it until I go to workout. All in all, a wonderful morning.
The feelings of happiness and thankfulness this morning have me thinking: very simple things made me feel this way. Small things can upset us (just go down your Facebook feed), so shouldn’t we also let small things make us happy? Maybe we can start paying more attention to…
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I am sure that we can all relate to this. I have found this true myself but I still struggle sometimes with sitting on my temper until it cools and I can see things more clearly. It’s a work in progress.
Working in a service industry (photography) can sometimes make it easy for me to complain.
I recently had a client claim they were thrilled with the photos I sent to them, only to turn around and nit-pick one image, asking for me to provide them with a different shot, and to edit a whole slew of things on it that I hadn’t seen as an issue visually.
I immediately felt a flush of heat to my face when I got the email from my client… I was angry for about five minutes, and then I realized that my main goal as a photographer is to make my clients happy through the images I can provide them with. I had a decision to make: tell the client, “Sorry, that’s the image I chose to edit and per your contract that’s all you get.” Or, go ahead and put two hours of…
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This is a very intriguing post. Listen to what it has to say with an open mind and you may be surprised at what you’ll find.
‘Ignoring your passion is slow suicide. Never ignore what your heart pumps for.’
- Kevin Claiborne
Let’s play a game of Russian Roulette.
You and I are seated at a table in a smoke filled room; there’s an old six shooter positioned perfectly between us with a single round floating in one of its chambers. The heavy aromas of mildew and fear cling to your skin causing you to perspire. We’re alone. There’s no one here to save us; the only entrance to the cell is destined to remain locked until only one of us remains. You’re scared. So am I. Our lives have been reduced to this moment where we’ll play a game of chance to see who survives. Nothing else matters right now. It’s just you and I.
There’s a coin beside the gun. We’ll flip to see who shoots first. I pick it up and use my thumb…
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If You Leave.”
The last thing that I thought of leaving was my job. I have been working this job for twenty years and to say the least, I am sick of it. However it does pay the bills but no more.
So after much delegation I finally said, “Lord if you want me to go then open the door and give me peace about it, if not then keep them closed and show me your will.”
So far I have put in for one job but I haven’t heard anything from them yet but it hasn’t been that long.
The more that I study my situation the more that the Lord is putting it on my heart that I need to change my life and not my job. Those are always the toughest answers to hear. It is so much easier to just drop a bad situation, of your own making, and go start again than it is to tough it out and straighten what you have messed all up.
Tonight I decided to start making those tough decisions that will start to get me back on track. Putting the Lord’s will for my life ahead of my own. Not doing that is the thing that has gotten me in the financial mess that I am in now.
I still think that leaving is an option but leaving a mess behind is not. Get the mess straight first or you will just go somewhere else and make another mess. I believe that is the message that the Lord is trying to get through to me.
And through this post I realize that the last thing that I thought of leaving was not the job but the mess that I need to clean up in my life.
That’s life’s highway
Sounds like a good one to me.
Ever wondered what you really want in life? Some people will say they want houses whilst some will speak of happiness yet in real essence most people do not really know what they want.
Most people are unhappy because they speak in general and hence have no idea what exactly they want in life. If you ask a person what they want in life the most likely answer is that they want to be happy. Happiness is a good thing but how many people actually know what it means to be happy or what is required? As children we are taught that once we grow up our dreams will come true and we will be happy. The problem with those expectations is that they never really identify what is happiness and where it comes from. In the end we have married people around us who just don’t get why happiness…
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We sure need to learn this lesson in America. If we don’t learn it soon we may lose our opportunity.
Too many people today sit around and complain about the role our government is playing in our society here in America. They are not happy with so many things from poverty, homelessness, our health care system, mental illness, gangs and violence on the streets and earning a fair wage for work. The problem I see is that they don’t understand the true nature of government in a free nation. Their is a hierarchy that must be followed to make change happen and it always starts with yourself.
Whatever positive change you would like to see must start with the person you look at in the mirror each day. If you see the same problems in the mirror then change must start there. What are you doing to make your community a better place? Do you even know the…
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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Pride and Joy.”
At first I thought that I was going to have a real hard time with this question as I usually try to look at the deeper side of a question like this. However I realized that everything that I have was given to me and everything that was given to me was given to me to be used for a reason. This means that really I own nothing.
However I can say that my most prized gift is the wisdom to realize that I own nothing.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Seven Wonders.”
The Seven Words that Say it all.
If I needed to communicate with the use of seven words then I would want to choose the most important words so that I could get across the most important messages that I could.
The seven words that I would choose would be, and this is hard: God, Faith, Forgiveness, Life, Family, Charity, Love.
I tried to look at it as though each word were a heading and if you only gave these words then within the receiver’s mind he could expand on them and eventually come to the important messages that you were trying to convey to him.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Out of Your Reach.”
I never got my robot.
When I was about 11 or 12 I wanted a real working robot so bad. I would ask my parents for one every Christmas and every birthday but unfortunately I never got my robot.
I just couldn’t understand why no one that I knew loved me would buy me that most prized toy robot. I wanted one that would talk to me, walk with me, or even go to school with me.
I wanted a robot so bad that I thought that maybe I would be able to make one. My Dad was an electrician so I was sure that if I could just tear my GI Joe apart and feed wires through his body that he would be able to walk around and be my robot friend. Unfortunately I discovered much to my dismay that he was much more fun to play with in his original form. Thank goodness for understanding parents that were loving enough to buy me another one after my wiring experiment failed miserably.
It wasn’t until I got older that I realized that the problem was that no one had the technology to build a robot like I wanted. For that matter there is still only one that has been built that would measure up to the robot that I was looking for and he cost a lot of money.