Is there a worse fate than an eternity in puberty?


I can never answer questions like these. I think too much. Go too far into the repercussions and or circumstances — like well duh, I’d rather be a happy child who’s loved and cared for, than a miserable adult. Conversely, I’d rather be a happy, successful adult than a lonely, uncared for child.

But even if you assume the conditions of one’s eternal age — should you be given one and should you really have to choose — are positive, I still wouldn’t be able to choose … because what’s better? To live forever a child, carefree, spontaneous and joyful OR to spend eternity as an adult with the memories of that cheery childhood and the ability to make a difference in the world; perhaps even in the life of a not so fortunate child?

Well, now that I’ve asked the question, I am slapped with the answer that IF I had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, I would choose to be an adult — and I would hope that somewhere along the course of my perpetuity that I would make a difference in a child’s life … because the children are our future and one day, they’d grow up to be my contemporary. And I think I’d prefer to live with other grownups that were given the chance at a happy childhood rather than a crappy one.

Oh, and as for being an adolescent stuck forever in puberty – who in their right mind would ever choose that? Bleck! I mean could there be a worse fate than an eternity in puberty?

Today’s post sponsored by The Daily Prompt: Golden Age“If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?”

How ’bout them Apples?!

Ever wonder what happens to the fruit at the bottom of the pile? Yes, this is going to be another post about one of my recent trips to the grocery store. So, you know those nicely stacked pyramids of apples, oranges, lemons and limes that line the produce section of the Piggly Wiggly … what I’m wondering is what happens to the pieces that make up the bottom tier? Do they ever get purchased? Do they ever have the chance to end up in a nice bowl on someone’s kitchen countertop or are they destined to be left behind, knocked off their stand and rolled under the edge of their respective shelf only to split and mold? Did that sound like a take on Langston Hughes to anyone else? Sidney Poitier, are you reading this? Or is there someone out there (maybe you?) who actually digs under the top layer and takes a chance on the lonely, possibly bruised apples from the bottom of the stack?

I mean we’ve all seen the apron-clad “restockers” take the newbies from their cardboard boxes and reshape those shiny produce pyramids. And as I ponder this a little more, I realize that I’ve never seen anyone EVER pick an avocado or a tomato or any piece of produce from the base of the collection. So today, and yes this might be one of those instances where you can legitimately call me strange, today, I placed a little yellow sticker on one of the apples at the bottom of the stack … and you know what I’m going to do tomorrow? Yep, I am going to go back and see if that apple’s become one of the chosen few — if it’s been removed, rearranged or if it’s fallen from its shelf and been left to rot on the floor.

OK. So the prompt really wants to know what the biggest chance is that I ever took, and how it worked out. Thing is, I can’t really say. I mean when I was younger, I took a lot of … well, let’s just say stupid — or not very well thought out chances. And most of those stupid, not very well thought out chances, didn’t end up to fabulously. Nowadays I like to think I take more calculated chances but I still take some stupid ones — like putting a sticker on an apple on the bottom of a pyramid and silently praying the whole darn thing doesn’t topple over.

Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt: Take a chance on Me. So … anyone else wonder what happens to those bottom pieces of fruit? Ever take a chance on one?

Finding empathy for the difficult ones, as did Nelson Mandela

nelson mandela“It never hurts to think too highly of a person; often they become ennobled and act better because of it.” ~ Nelson Mandela 

It goes without saying that it is easy — or much easier — to have positive thoughts for people whom you already think highly of. For people that you love. People that you hold close to your heart. People, that you would walk to the ends of the Earth for — say your children. But what about the more difficult people? I’m not referring to the ax murderers of the world … I’ll leave those for God to deal with … but what about the irritating people? The ones who cut you off on the road. The ones that sit right in front of you in the movie theater regardless of the multitude of other open seats. The ones that won’t stop chatting it up with the clerk at the grocery making it next to impossible to pay for your broccoli and leave already. Or the ones (yes, you know where I’m going with this if you know me at all) that chew their gum as if it were their last meal on Earth. What about the irritating folks who leave you feeling exasperated after even the shortest contact … the ones that make you want to scream out loud how much you HATE their bothersome existence — what about them? Is it possible to have empathy for them? To, gulp, as the late Nelson Mandela suggested, “think highly of”? Continue reading

You can’t sit forever on destiny’s safe little shelf –

ImageI used to believe in destiny. I mean why not? It’s a cozy little comfortable shelf to sit on – because when bad things happen, well, destiny’s there for the blame. Right? Right.

BUT … then someone taught me about freewill … and I remembered reading Robert Frost and I instantly understood that while we might all have some sort of providence within our grasp, it is the realization or paths we must take to get there, that often times provides us the biggest challenge.

So be it fate, be it our God given calling, or be it an instinctual yet unnamed craving to go one way versus the other, we still have to make that decision. We have to jump off destiny’s safe little ledge and make choices – that’s the wonderful, and admittedly sometimes not so wonderful part, about being human. Lucky us.

“I do not believe in a fate that falls on men however they act; but I do believe in a fate that falls on them unless they act.” ~ Buddha

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Where will you take your destiny today? This short, but hopefully thought provoking post, inspired by The Daily Prompt: Que Sera Sera – “Do you believe in fate or that you can control your own destiny?”

It’s not what you look at …

Image“It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see” ~ Henry David Thoreau

Have you ever driven through the Pacific Northwest or the Redwoods? Or taken an airplane over the Ozarks, the Cascades, the Appalachian or Blue Ridge Mountains? If so, then undoubtedly you’ve seen some hearty landscape – forest lands as far as your eyes could see; peaks and valleys dotted with “leftover” trees or newly planted saplings. It can be mesmerizing. And, although it’s the same scenery for everyone’s eyes, it can come across entirely different.

When I look out my office window, I see trees – cherry, blue fir, maple, ash and redbuds. I love the different colors, heights, shapes … and it’s these individual facets that lend depth to a landscape; much like individual characteristics help to define a human being … Continue reading

It can be excruciating to admit this …

So, I wrote a book. But most of you know that. And actually, I’ve written a couple books but only released the one. And while at first, I was unbelievably happy and excited about the attention and the press that it incurred, it never ceases to amaze me how some people … some that are closer to me than any of the independent reviewers out there who graciously donned my book with higher accolades than I could have hoped, how some of these people now find it necessary to label me a “show-off” and a “bragger”.  And this confuses me.

Should I not smile when people ask me about it?  Am I not supposed to be proud of my work? Should I not tell people about the book signing that Starbucks hosted? Should I just sit in a corner and hope my book sprouts wings and flutters about marketing itself?

It would be one thing if I talked of nothing other than my book – but I do not. If anything, I do not talk about it enough. Instead, I wait for someone else to bring it up and then I generally feign embarrassment, tell them the basics and then quickly change the subject and secretly pray that they don’t buy it. Because I have let the mean people have their way with my brain and it’s embarrassing knowing that it isn’t my best work – that while it may have had some success, the writing was rushed and not as delicious as my writing is these days. And it can be excruciating to admit this, even to myself, let alone to the mean people.

Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt – Isn’t your face red: “When was the last time you were embarrassed? How do you react to embarrassment?”

On another note, why are some people so mean? Why do some relish in degrading others? Does it really make them feel better? Does it level the field, so to speak?  And why, should I consider someone a friend that is quicker to label me arrogant than congratulate me for perusing my dream, working hard at it, and making it happen? Just a little juice for your Monday morning : )