Endings are bittersweet. In my experience, endings have led to new beginnings. High school led to college. College led to living on my own. Single life led to married life to single life again. I went from no children to being knee deep in formula and diapers.
I bought a small, two door car a few months before I became pregnant. It was a reminder of how fast life changes. I had to say goodbye to the car, which was especially bittersweet. I loved that car.
Saying goodbye to each stage is a part of life. Of course, there are things that I miss about living in a dorm. However, I don’t miss living in a dorm so much that I want to do it over. Reminiscing with college friends will suffice.
I still like endings because there is usually something new around the corner. Maybe next time, it will be my long, lost car.
One quiet moment
What am I most proud of?
Besides my children, I think that my biggest accomplishment was becoming a survivor instead of a victim. It was not an easy transformation.
I knew that I was not a victim anymore when I saw the dude last year at the store. He talked and I kept walking. I still bought my things at the store. He sent me an email a few months ago. He said his tone was unpleasant. Unpleasant? Unpleasant does not even begin to describe how much damage this person did to me and my family.
So I will continue to live my life in spite of his unpleasantness. It has taken a long time to get to the point of not caring what he does or what he thinks. Here I am. I’m not anyone’s victim anymore.
My first post was about sunglasses and why they are fashionable. The post was an assignment for an introductory fashion class.
It was a satisfactory post. I might place the photos in a different arrangement if I did it over.
I think the information is interesting. The post might not change the world but it’s not without substance. It is different from things that I write about or photo challenges. So I think there has been progress since I began blogging.
So recently, it came to my attention that a friend, who shall remain anonymous, tried to commit suicide. Depression was a major factor but something from the past triggered this episode.
If my friend reads this, here is what I want to say. I do know how you feel. However, my outlook on life changed. I am grateful to be alive because I wasn’t done yet. You aren’t done either. You still have children, grandchildren and many other family members that need you in their lives. I’m sure that you don’t want to miss special moments in their lives.
It’s not too late to get help and change the course of your own life. Your life still holds promise.
Here is a link to a suicide hotline if anyone needs help or knows someone that does: http://suicidehotlines.com/national.html
The number is 1-800-SUICIDE. (1-800-784-2433)
Here is a link with an international number: http://www.suicide.org/suicide-hotlines.html
Photo credit: I can’t remember who did it. It’s pinned on Pinterest.
My mom makes the best jelly in the world. Smucker’s doesn’t have anything on her. 🙂
Who wants to be in Miss Judgy Judgmental’s Bible Study? I don’t know anyone who does.
People want to be treated like human beings – with respect and kindness. Both respect and kindness are currently strange concepts to a lot of people.
The conversation at my house has been about whether Christians are their own worst enemy. I would have to agree that some Christians make it difficult for anyone to want to convert to Christianity.
Why would a non-Christian want to be a part of a group that doesn’t show compassion or tolerance for anyone who is different? The most famous or infamous example is the Westboro Baptist Church. I don’t want to waste another minute writing about them. It’s not for me to judge them. But they sure like judging other people.
Before I was a Christian, the Christians who were around were like the snobby kids at school. Even after becoming a Christian, the more experienced Christians were not especially welcoming.
It’s not that I haven’t met wonderful, compassionate Christians. It’s just that it is a rare breed.
I want to mention one group that helped me in a time of need. There is an organization called Church without Walls. The members in Tampa Bay, Florida were great people, who acted like Christians are supposed to. One woman gave her testimony about being with the wrong man. I know she was talking to me. It made a huge difference in my life. Isn’t that the point of being a Christian?
Here is an interesting article: