Gifted With a Brand New Award

Posted on June 21, 2015 by Who I am

Maria from Stockholm, Sweden gifted me with an award this morning. It is called the Real Neat Blog Award.

https://mariadesuede.wordpress.com/

Maria held the Blog of the Year in 2012. She is also a photographer. She is also a painter. Thank-you very much Maria for the award.

I looked at some of the things that are required for accepting this award. I don’t understand Swedish; but did manage to make out some of her questions.

1. Do I get many visitors?

In nature, I get many. I don’t get many people visitors, but when I do, I welcome them with open arms.

2. What is my favorite sport?

Bowling, is something I love to do. Photography is a sport in itself. Writing books and blogging are something else I enjoy.

3.What has been a special moment thus far in 2015?

I loved, loved going to the Cheesecake Factory in Nashville, Tn. I loved being able to see my daughter and her family so much. I loved seeing my grandchildren when I returned.

4. What is my favorite quote?

Do not put off until tomorrow what you can do today.

5. What was my favorite class when I was still in school?

Biology and choir

6. Anything I wished to have learned earlier in life?

Yes, that each person deserves respect. Each person has their own unique personality. Life does not run on clicks. You aren’t loved by what clubs you belong to or how much money you have or don’t have.

7. What musical instrument have I tried?

I play the piano

Now it is with great pleasure that I nominate

https://utesmile.wordpress.com/

http://photopaulm.com/about-me/

https://deenakdrowaln.wordpress.com/home/

http://jmgoyder.com/about/

https://babyjill7.wordpress.com

I Nominate the Other Terry

Posted on July 9, 2014 by Who I am

“A person starts to live when he can live outside himself.”

I was looking at some quotes said by Albert Einstein and came across this one.

I tried to imagine how my life would be so different if I lived outside of myself. Could there possibly be two Terry’s in this world. Look exactly alike, but totally different views. What about you, can you play the game? Vision two of yourself? How would your days change?

For me, there is the one Terry who has stayed hidden within myself. Afraid to speak for fear of too many tears falling. A good example is today in fact. I had to go to the doctor for lab work. The technician always tries to embark me into conversation as she knows I get nervous. She asked me how I was doing and I instantly broke into tears. She gave me a hug and then one of the nurses came by and saw the scene I was causing and she gave me a hug. I was so glad to be able to leave and go back home and hide.

The other Terry would have hugged the idea to be able to speak to someone I consider a friend. She would have smiled big, talked to her about how I finished my book about my brother. Maybe I would have commented on the upcoming days with low humidity.

When I arrived home I kicked off my shoes and dug into cleaning. My daughter is arriving in my area late tonight and this does cause excitement to bubble up in me. I really didn’t see much to do as it is me living here and I don’t make messes, but I, out of habit, must always clean when company is arriving. I cleaned in quietness, and ate because my sugars were dropping and then laid down to nap.

The other Terry would have grasped the sunshine, grabbed my camera and went to the boardwalk to take photos. I would have inhaled all nature around me. I would have taken in all beauty and have been so wrapped up in my joy I would have lost track of time.

I have been trying hard not to stress; but it is easier said than done. I do know, without a doubt, that God has not allowed me to work. The reason being is I am not sure. I feel it deep within my bones that I am supposed to make a change; but what it is, I don’t know, so I keep praying and waiting.

The other Terry would be out there in the workforce world. She would be smiling and content as she would know, with no doubt, that the job she was doing was to benefit; not only herself but for others also. She knows herself, she holds her head up high. She walks with a step of confidence.

Somewhere inside myself I knew who I was, but am not sure any longer. I feel as if God has closed the chapter of my life as a caregiver. I don’t like being this way. There are deep, hidden values that I crave and want in my life, but I won’t go into those at this point.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to cleverly slide out of my old skin and slip into something more comfortable.