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.

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 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."

Mother's Day Mental Meanderings

Happy Mother's Day 

Regardless of your parental status . . .

When Life Gives Your Sock a Run . . .

"An idiot . . .
A fool . . .
A fumbler . . .
A drool . . .
Ever naïve . . .
Never cool . . .
Just one wish . . .
To break the rule."

The Broken and The Beautiful

"When the Japanese mend broken objects they aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold, because they believe that when something's suffered damage and has a history it becomes more beautiful." 

~ Barbara Bloom

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Okay so maybe this is worth reading. Maybe not. Either way, you might as well continue, to find out why.

Don't Forget to Breathe...

You know, sometimes it amazes me just how often we fail to really appreciate the incredible beauty of the world around us.

The Ramble of the Butterflies

Lately I've developed a certain fondness for butterflies.  While one could argue that's perfect for me, as I'm so “flighty” and such, I would have to not only agree, but also expand on that (and likely use many, many words to do so.  In fact, I think I might use pictures this time, too!).  Because the more I think of butterflies as a metaphorical symbol, the deeper and more amazing they seem.

[Insert Witty Title About Lessons or Musing or Something Related Here]

Lessons I've learned so far from blogging:

(Not all of them, and not necessarily in order)