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Daily Prompt; Unplugged

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Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?

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Unplugging from anything is not easy, usually. But then there is a moment, a slice of time, when I am sitting here at the computer and I look at the screen. Nothing, that’s what I get. I have the whole internet to look at, gaze through, reading, learning, and I get nothing.

It is then that I start the ball of wax rolling.wax I start thinking, which can be a dangerous thing for me. I ask myself questions. When is the last time you swept your room?

When is the last time you made a special dessert for Al?Desserts-lg When is the last time I enjoyed being outdoors other than running to see Al’s nurse, or maybe taking the trash to the dumpsters?

Then I feel bad and I can understand why my rear end feels so flat lately. I realize I need a break. I never run out of things to talk about with all my friends on here. I never get tired of reading your wonderful comments, but hey, let’s face it. Even best friends need a break from each other at times; even if it’s for a very short time.

 

So let me rise

Get off my rear

I need to get moving

Gotta get out of here

Step outside

Sniff the air

Watch the leaves

trees starting to change

trees starting to change

Falling every where

Enjoy today

For all it brings

Take in new air

And sing, sing, sing!

Aww, I feel better. I have a new outlook on life. I have new ideas. I saw that bug over there. I saw that leaf in color. The neighbor waved hello. The earth is moving and I was the one standing still. Now, I can go back and write about new things.

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Daily Prompt; Naked With Black Socks

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Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?

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Wow, can you see inside my screen? I am comfy right now in my black socks. But oh wait, I am not naked. Whew, I thought you could see me.

Am I comfortable in front of people? It depends on the situation. If I am around people who make me place my wall up immediately before thinking about it, no, I am not comfortable.

I have been working for months on changing myself. Improving my own self image. I am trying to learn that I am entitled to my own opinions. I have always been afraid to say what I truly feel inside for fear of upsetting someone.

So put me in a circlecircle and I will probably be very quiet. You can count on the fact that if there has been friction of ill feelings I will be the last one to speak.

Now if I am trying to spread news of something I know to be good. Or maybe teaching something I know about, I will be the first one to volunteer to speak.

If someone ask me to talk about M.S.A. I would be asking, ” What time and day?”

If someone wanted to know how to decorate their home on what they have lying around the house, I would be all smiles.pulpit If you want a testimony on how God has used me in my life, ask.

I love to help others. I love people in general, but please, don’t try to get me to change who I am.

Don’t make me feel guilty because I don’t agree with you every time.

Please don’t try to put your feet  in my shoes because only I am the only one who walks  in them.skeletonbook4

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Daily Prompt ; Take Care

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When you’re unwell, do you allow others to take care of you,
or do you prefer to soldier on alone? What does it take for you to ask
for help?

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It seems this has been a day for answers. I have waited and fought my way through the systems for a few months now. I started the process of bringing my brother back home clear back in February.

When I work so hard to help another soul, I tend to put my problems in a basket and shove it in the corner. I always think to myself, Oh Terry, you don’t have it near as bad as Tom, Dick or Mary Sue. Just wait ….you can deal with it later.

But this year seems to bring more issues that deal with Al and involve me involuntarily. I have begun to feel like these problems, this illness is all mine. I live it, feel it and have come to you over and over for a soft pillow to fall on to.

Today I got the word from the Ombudsman that I have been working with for a couple of months. I got the special call from the Waiver department, stating Al may possibly be coming home next week.

The one other issue that I have been dealing with gets on my nerves so bad. I have to deal with it; but constantly waiting for the call-back really makes my skin crawl. Hopefully tomorrow that issue will be handled also. Of course it has to do with Al too.

The worst thing that I deal with is humility. I just hate begging. I was taught that I made my bed, now I can just lie in it.

Well this isn’t always the truth when you are a caregiver for a family member. Sometimes their problems become your priorities. This is the one time this has happened. Al’s bill or debt as we are all familiar with this term has become my priority.

It killed me emotionally. It brought tears to my eyes that you would think I can not get things done or work things out. That I had to come to you begging and letting you know I can’t make all things right was the hardest thing I have had to post about yet.

If I am ill, like I was last January, I was sick for one month. I didn’t venture out of the house except for doctor visits. I felt like I was going to die. I was weak and some days I could barely get off the floor.

I blogged about it, but I never asked for help of anyone. I prayed and let God hear all my concerns.

I just don’t want to bother anyone. I know there are so many others so much worse off than me. Sure life is stressful. Al isn’t easy to take care of. But, we each have two arms, and two legs, and there are others in this world who have less.

I am not rich, I am poor, but there are people even more poor than me because I do have a roof over my head.

So, you know things have to be tough or I have reached the end of the road and have no way out except listen to God and do what he tells me. I would rather hide everything bad that has to do with my days under a bushel and ask God to let it shine.

I guess when it is all said and done, I am a soldier alone. Trying to make things work from my ideas and monies I have. If I feel like I or Al are going to drown, I will make my concerns public.

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