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?

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.

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. 

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 . . .

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.

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.

[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)

Ramblers Anonymous

Hello, and thank you for gathering here today.  I’d like to start by telling you a secret.  I am a rambling babbler.  Wow... I can’t believe how it feels to get that off my chest!