Midnight-esque Mindless Mental Meanderings

I'm supposed to be asleep.  

At the very least, I'm supposed to be in bed.  

Often, these posts are written while I'm in bed, working on that whole, "sleep" concept.

Tonight, however, I'm not even in bed yet.  

Yes, my friends, it is 1 am and I'm actually using a desktop computer to write this thing.

How exciting does life get around here?  

Woohoo.

Attempting to Scare My Socks Off

I read in an email newsletter this past while, that one great way to bring more fulfillment, meaning and depth to your life is to do one thing that scares you, every week.

This past, few weeks, I think I'll have a few months covered.  It's just one of those times.

Some SoCks For The Fearless, Frazzled and Forlorn ...Perhaps?

"3:30 am, and I need to be sleeping.  Been exhausted for days, running  an empty streak, and just trying to keep from falling down in a pathetic mess, because if I fall down now, I might just decide never to get up again."

Sound familiar?

Looking back on SoCks of Yesteryear

Ever notice that life seems to pass by faster than you expect, and when you stop to look at it, more of it has passed than you might have thought?  No?  Well, kid, give it time. ;-)

The Rejuvenation of The SoCk Drawer

Sometimes, I have to give some credit to those who inspire me.  Fortunately, those who do so usually know who they are, either because I've told them directly or because they know when/how I got their inspirations.  Not always, but much of the time.  That way, I don't have to give them public accolades, because I like to keep privacy when possible and therefore don't list names.  Plus, it gives an air of mystery and at least a few will be wondering, "Did I do that?"  And they can ask me, since most likely, they had a part in it.  And I'm not sure if this paragraph said anything of value, but I've typed it all out now, and I really hate having done that and then just deleting it, so maybe I'll just keep it here and you can decide if this post is really gonna be worth reading.  If you do decide to read on, then I hope you enjoy and don't end up regretting the time it took to read it.  Where was I?  Oh yes . . .

Thank you, my inspiring friends and whanau, who help give my life reason and purpose. ♥

The Beloved Gift of SoCks

Thank you.
                     I love you.
                                                                                           You matter.
                                You make my life easier.                                                   I care about you.
                                                                                   I admire you.                                                  
  I'm sorry.
         I forgive you.
                                               I'm proud of you.
                                                                                                                               You are my friend.
                                        I'm just thinking about you, and wanted you to know.

Eureka!

It would appear I'm overdue for a post, again.  This blog hasn't exactly been on my New Year's resolution list . . .  well it wouldn't be, even if I did keep a new years resolution list.  Which I don't.  Though now I wonder, if I kept a list, would this blog be on it?  Would seem kinda lame not to have my own blog on my New Year's resolution list.  I could ponder that further, but perhaps that SoCk is meant for another day.

Where was I?  Oh yes . . . I hadn't even gotten started yet.  

Technically I have started, as I do have a topic for today's post.  Gold star for my forehead! --> * 

This Sock Hasn't Met Its Match!

So, a friend of mine offered a suggestion for me to write a post without changing the autocorrect feature of my phone.  This could lead to some crazy consequences . . . but okay, then!  Here we go . . .

A Sock With, Perhaps, A Custom Fit

My Dear, Young Friend;

Having experienced being a dear, young friend myself, my Empath's Heart truly feels for you.  I witness your struggles, and connect them with memories of my own.  I know it is scary to be out on your own, old enough to forge your way out into the world, but still too young to have any idea what you're doing.  It's a crazy time of life, when it feels as though the world is holding it's breath while watching you, waiting to see what choices you make - and what mistakes.

Mental Meanderings On Emotion: Love

Love is a curious thing. 

                                  I know of nothing so complex

and yet that happens so naturally - 

sometimes so quickly we had no idea it was coming - 

and yet has such an impact on the lives of humankind. 

The Sock We Wish We Could Unravel

Most of us have things in life we wish we could take back, or have never have done.

Some of us have more than one thing.

Some things are considered bigger than others.

But most of us, whether we realize it or not, have at least one thing we regret.

Viva La Substance and La Fluff!

"You know . . .  it's just life.  And sometimes it doesn't matter, and sometimes it does.  Sometimes we need to cry, and sometimes tears are exactly what we need to have to heal.  But it's all fragile, so try to be gentle, loving and sincerely care.  I still believe love sent into the Universe is never wasted, regardless of its reception."

Giving a SoCk a New Lease On Life

Hey look, a real post!  I did it!  Go me!

Enjoy the meandering SoCk Moment! ;-)

For Lack of a Better Working Title . . .

Here we're almost through September and I've been almost two months without a post! I assure you, it is not for want of trying! I honestly have had things to ramblebabble. I guarantee I've wanted to post! In fact, I've written a few; started many. So why aren't they here?! Good question!

To My Young Friends . . . A SoCk Your Own Size

Thinking about some friends today who may not realize they are ever thought about at all . . . not just by me, but in general. Sometimes in the hustle of life, it's good to take a moment to pause and remind people around us that we care. So, today, I want to focus on you, my young friends.

The Friendly, Near-Random, Non-Post Post

This is not a blog post.

Well, okay, sure it's a blog post.  It's a post on a blog!

But it's not really a "blog post", per se.  It's more . . .

Capers of Culinary Creativitousness

"When you are diagnosed with something that requires a dietary restriction, the one thing you CANNOT do is try to substitute for things you love!  Just don't!  Because all you'll do is torture yourself to tears!"

Good advice.  Thank you!

The Little Socks vs The Big Socks

Do you remember when you were little? So little, that the Big People - parents, teachers, other grown-ups - towered over you, so much so that you had to crane your neck back to see the top of them, should they stand next to you? Those Big People who taught you The Rules, knew all The Answers and took care of all The Problems?

Do you realize, you are now one of those Big People?

My Socks Got Knocked Off!

So today is a rather significant day for me. Besides the anniversary of the day my mother's body was finally relieved of a rather overdue burden, it also signifies I've been breathing longer than I ever thought I would. Last year was significant, too, but this year feels totally different than any year has, I've ever yet experienced.

The Return of the Prodigal Sock

I FOUND MY SOCK!!!

I got the reply to that announcement with a comment that I must be "excited about finding some random thought waves of empowerment I had lost."