So… I know I have been MIA on MunkieBabble lately… Or well, for nearly a year. My sister, of all people, was the one who pointed out exactly how long it had been since my last post… and made me feel guilty for not posting anything to be read. There’s a reason for the missing Munkie… A lot of little reasons, really. But one pretty big one…
The truth is… I have lost all ability to write anything worth posting. I have tried to write blogs four separate times in the last year, and all have failed miserably. I have come up with a topic… rolled it around for a while, and had a great direction in mind. Then… I got to my keyboard and couldn’t seem to get coherent words strung together to save my life. A couple of weeks ago was the last time I tried to write. It was horrible. I failed in ways that are utterly embarrassing. Well, embarrassing to me. I decided I was done writing… I had failed “long enough.” I was ready to call Tim, and tell him to shut down the MunkieBabble site… I just didn’t have it anymore.
I was pretty discouraged that night… I really believed that my days as a writer were over. Thinking about it for the last couple of weeks, I realized the problem. I have been trying to force myself to come up with things that would change the world. First of all, things that change the world are never forced. Second, I have been holding myself to a standard that is utterly unreachable. I have always been this way, in every part of my life. I have expected nothing but brilliance out of myself… and wouldn’t accept anything less.
The fact is, I am a writer. The way my fingers feel hitting keys is something that only writers understand. It’s a feeling of freedom – a feeling of peace. My fingers belong on the keyboard… and I need to continue to write. When I started writing on MunkieBabble, I was out to change the world. I don’t think that will ever go away, but I am a different person than I was 4 1/2 years ago, and my priorities and view on life in general has changed. I need to accept that I am not who I once was. (Honestly, I THANK GOD that I am not who I was then.)
I am unsure of the direction of MunkieBabble at this point… But I do know I am going to be making my writing a priority. I am probably not going to write endless earth-shattering posts… But I will be around and keep you guys updated on my thoughts and things going on in my life.
Where have I been? What am I doing?
This last year has been a whirlwind. I have a brilliant little boy (WHO IS ALMOST 9?!?!?!?!) … and he takes up most of my time. He’s one of the greatest friends God gave me and my absolute number one priority. I am still his mother first, but most of my adventures are with him by my side. He loves to learn, as do I… and we find so many ways to learn together. I will never feel old enough to have a child the age he is… but he makes me so proud.
I work full time, and I love my job. My job is more than just a job… I have gotten to know so many people over the years, adopting extra parents and grandparents. The rewards in working for them cannot be counted.
I help out at MiniMunkie’s school as much as time allows… and I have been blessed by the people God has placed in my path there. I have met so many awesome people, with such unique and inspiring stories. I can truly say that they’ve taught me so much — God places everyone around me for a reason.
When I am not working, with MiniMunkie, or doing things with school, I spend a lot of my time reading. I have always loved to read. Years ago, I stopped reading almost all together. I told myself (and others) that I just didn’t have time for it. The truth — I didn’t make time to read. I could have, but other things came first.
My priorities have changed in the last couple of years. I have done a complete 180, even if none of you have actually noticed a difference. It’s a personal 180, and I am proud of that. I have changed and grown as a person, and I am happy with where my priorities are. I do need to make room in my days to write… I will do my best. I have a goal to get my novel written. That fell behind when free time became very little. But for those of you waiting to read it… It will come.
For now, I need to get going… MiniMunkie is on his way through town with my mom, and I’d like to see him for a few minutes before he heads to his next summer vacation destination. It’s kind of sad that my 9 year old has a busier travel schedule than I do. He’s having a great time, though, and that’s what’s important. Until next time…
I am blessed. ❤
Yesterday, I went to the post office. Partly checking to see if I had any postcards… partly because I had some to send. To make a long story short, I had forgotten my stamps at home. I dug in my purse until I found the change I needed to buy one. Unlike another time, when I came up THREE CENTS SHORT, I found the coins, and went inside. There was a woman, probably in her late 50’s or early 60’s in line in front of me. I never escape a line at the post office. But I don’t think anyone does. Anyway… I stood there, waiting for my turn.
After going to a gas station where they had water in their tanks, my car is being looked at this morning… Just to make sure nothing is wrong with it. It runs fine, but the gas station is paying for repairs and whatnot, so I may as well make sure everything is okay.
Which brings me to where I am right now. I was at work an hour and a half early this morning, and not having had breakfast, I decided it would maybe be a good idea to find something.
Seriously, Munkie… No one finds you as hilarious as you find yourself.
Okay! On to my point…
I can’t be the only person who, as a child, sat at the window all day on my birthday, waiting for the mailman to come… because I knew he’d be bringing something for me. Most of my family lived far away, so birthday cards and packages were a guarantee.
A growing problem in this world is that people simply feel unloved, unwanted, and alone. We are all at different points in our lives, and we all feel alone sometimes, even if we are surrounded by people.
Have you ever felt that way? Been in a room full of people, and felt like you were in a glass box… watching everyone else laugh, while you feel like a ghost? Or maybe you’ve felt forgotten… by everyone. No calls, no texts, no messages… no emails. Even I, the social media queen, have felt this stuff… Forgotten… alone.
See, I think the real problem, is that of miscommunication. Or rather, none at all. We feel forgotten… as if no one has thought of us. The fact is, that is simply not the case. The problem is, we don’t have time… correction: don’t take the time, to let people know we are thinking of them.
I’ve decided this needs to change in my own life… and I challenge you to do the same. If something reminds me of someone, I am going to let them know. I will tell people I am thinking of them… no matter how well I know them. It doesn’t need to be a long, drawn out speech… A simple, “I was thinking of you, how are you?” … It doesn’t need to be a long conversation. Even just a quick note.
This is about loving those around me… whether I see them daily, or haven’t seen them in a decade. I am not going to let people think that I’ve forgotten the smile they’ve put on my face – today, yesterday, or 20 years ago. Will you do the same?
Hi Everyone! It’s that time again… Christmas is coming up fast! We get caught up in the preparation and craziness trying to find the PERFECT gift for our friends and family. We tend to forget all else. But the reality of Christmas is this: It is very expensive. We, as people with more than enough of everything we need, even struggle to make ends meet at this time of the year. But, do we really? I think most of us live with a lot of luxuries that we consider necessities of life. A mocha every morning? Going out for lunch daily? A treat for ourselves when we fill our cars with gas? Do any of these hit home? Even at this time of the year when we are spending extra money on gifts for our loved ones, we continue to fill our “need” for these luxuries – It’s only a few dollars, right? These few dollars add up. We wouldn’t struggle at all if we didn’t add these to our daily lists of things to buy.
YOU ARE SPECIAL. — Remember hearing that when you were a kid? It was the start of the “feel good” era… Or maybe the middle–I’m really not sure when that started. We all had to feel accepted; we had to feel like we were great. But we were all so busy feeling like we were special that most of us forgot that there are other people in the world. It was all about us. It was making sure everyone was appreciated for whatever it was they did. We wouldn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings, now would we?
I hate that in society today, disagreement is not tolerated, and people are simply removed from others lives, because they do not believe the same things. No matter which “side” you’re on, on any issue, the reasons you stand on it, are personal. I highly doubt that a Facebook post changed anyone’s mind about their choices at the polls today. I love all of my friends, and don’t believe in putting wedges because of political views between any of my friendships or family relationships. Love isn’t political, and I hate that it’s become that way.
Christians: Jesus loved ALL people, /even/ those who denied Him. Who are we to be any different?
And for those of you who do not believe in Him, you don’t want to be attacked because of your beliefs, why attack others?
No matter what beliefs stand, do unto others as you would have them do unto you, and love all, always. ♥
I posted 100 things about myself, and it seems a lot of people learned a lot about me. I am going to share another 100 things, and try not to duplicate any of them. This will be fun! I am going to start this one at 101. Here we go!
Growing up, I had the life of every child’s dreams. I had things in my life that most children didn’t. I had people in my life that most children didn’t. I had a home… that most children didn’t. Everything I had as a child, made me the person I am today. Continue reading »