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Storylines, Willie and Waylon

random me November 5, 2020

First and foremost, I’ve recently discovered this song by Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings and I’m obsessed. It was released in 1978, and I honestly never heard it until this summer. I am flat out in love with this song and it’s just about such bad things. Whereas this song is not about storylines, for your listening pleasure, I offer you this little nugget from the seventies.

Now that I’ve shared with you my latest song love, let’s talk about my thoughts around storylines.

Definition of story line

the plot of a story or drama

While meditating today, I listened to a session around getting past the storylines that you create in your own mind. It gave me such pause, and here is why: without storylines, what on earth do people think about? I create a storyline for every single scenario.

I hear a noise in the back of my house and immediately craft a story that some creature has gotten into the house and obviously is starting a new family in my laundry room.

Someone is late for a lunch appointment? Surely this means that they have run away to have the worlds greatest adventure.

A guy doesn’t call me back, or ghosts after a few dates? Alien abduction. The end.

My brain has always created storylines for every possible scenario and I didn’t realize until today, that by doing so, I was creating a false narrative that eventually I would begin to believe myself.

When you are a pretty lonely kid living away from most humans, you find ways to entertain yourself- for me, I was either rabidly reading anything I could get my hands on, or creating up entire stories in my head.

Listening to the meditation tonight about not letting the storylines you create in your head become a reality blew me away. Is there a way to stop a brain from creating these narratives?

Am I the only one who creates storylines? Is this normal or have we finally found the reason why I need to go take a long medically induced nap?

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she’s getting a little makeover

random me September 2, 2018

no, not me, my blog.

she needed a makeover.

 

botox was not going to cut it. (ok, that’s me, not my site)

i’ve nipped & tucked, and well, run out of ideas.

it’s a work in progress (just like me), but at least she got a new outfit.

or something like that.

i suck at blogging, but want to be better.

really, i want to write a book, but first, i’m going to challenge myself to blog.

hence the makeover.

maybe i’ll write more?

i need a project that isn’t work. need. need it like a fat kid needs cake.

i’m in a rut.  i work, i sleep, i do it all again.

i’m barely cooking. (despite my size).

i’m barely knitting.

i’m barely doing life.

hence, the makeover.

maybe giving the old gal a new look might inspire me.

 

 

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May Day, not Mayday

random me May 1, 2017

Happy May Day! Truthfully, over the past month, I’ve muttered the phrase “mayday” more than once, but the purpose of this post is to discuss the merry (Mary?) month of May.

I remember this from when I was a child:

Rise up, the children of their house, all in your rich attire,
For the summer springs so fresh, green, and gay;
And all the hair upon your heads shines like the silver wire;
Drawing near unto the merry month of May.

When I was a child, my mother would make these precious little woven baskets and place fresh daffodils and other flowers from our garden

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everyone has a story

random me April 14, 2017

Morning. Greetings from the sleep deprived. I’m 99% sure the only reason I’m not sleeping is the fact that I am UNABLE to turn my brain off these days. It’s not a new phenomenon, but it’s annoying.

A week or so ago, I was having dinner with some friends and one of the women said: “it’s my story, and I’ll tell it when I’m ready.” Now, the point of this entry is NOT to tell her story but to ponder on the fact that each of us has our own story to tell.

It is so easy to get caught up in the day to day minutiae of life. It is so easy to get mired into the oh-s0-daily schwag of life. It’s easy to think that your stuff is bigger than everyone else. Or at least for me, it is easy to do so.

At about 3:00 am this morning, I was laying in bed- too tired to be productive, but too awake to sleep. I started running through the Rolodex of my people, pondering some of the information that they have shared with me. Often times, what is not said is more important than what is actually said. You have to listen to find the full story.

So easily we portray a tale of perfection via all of these obnoxious social media outlets we have at our disposal. So easily we launch a whine of epic proportions out to the atmosphere. Sometimes we need to vent, sometimes, we just want to get it off our chest. And sometimes, we just want to see if anyone is actually listening. Is someone following along with the story of our lives?

I’ve tried to be a better listener lately. Tried to quiet the constant shitstorm of inner monologue and be more present when I’m with my people. Listen to people talk about weight loss goals and not to interject my lifelong battle with the big ass. Listen to people quietly mention challenges that they are experiencing in their relationships. Listen to the tales of relationships. (Maybe I’ll learn something?)

Sometimes we just need to listen.

Sometimes we need to just be quiet and listen to the tale that is being told.

The older I get, I realize that the big ole happy ending that we have been conditioned to expect is sadly, not the reality, instead, we just need to enjoy the journey.

Sidenote, this particular story was somewhat derailed as I looked up to find Georgie the Terrible running around the house with a fresh roll of toilet paper, effectively “rolling” the little house on Lavender. Sigh.

Back to the point.

My story, ever changing and mostly chaotic, is not the only one. We all have a story. Next time you are with someone, put down the phone, look at your friend and just listen. They might have something important to say.

 

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Kissing Some Frogs

random me March 2, 2017

It is entirely possible that I’m a little amped up this morning. I took a big handful of decongestants (thank you Texas spring for pollen), plus a 5 Hour Energy, combined with Eminem on blast via Alexa. I have enough fuel/music rage to probably run a 10k. That is if I was physically capable of running a 10K. I’m not, but whatever.  I promise, I’m going to get to my point about frogs and kissing. 

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