Sweet Potators

Let's see.... Found out I suck at taking online tests/quizzes..... not because I don't know the answers, but twice now I've missed questions because I'm technologically challenged. Sooo tired of bickering. It's sheer joy when you confide something totally personal and unflattering about yourself to a friend and without thinking she tells two other people. :-||||| Your cat has ruined almost every upholstered chair and sofa and every rug in your house with her "indoor" claws and there are several new spots on your carpet from coughing up hairballs (utterly disgusting!). You've eaten way too many pink lemonade cookies from The Fix and are thinking that making yourself throw up isn't such a bad idea. You wake up with some sort of migraine every morning. You miss your kids..... like whopping BIGtime.... but also know if you were with them somehow they'd frustrate you.... because you're already so frustrated with yourself, others easily

"Each of you will have the chance to make your own discovery in the years to come. And I say “chance” because you won’t have to take it. There’s no community service requirement in the real world; no one forcing you to care. You can take your diploma, walk off this stage, and chase only after the big house and the nice suits and all the other things that our money culture says you should buy. You can choose to narrow your concerns and live your life in a way that tries to keep your story separate from America’s. But I hope you don’t. Not because you have an obligation to those who are less fortunate, though you do have that obligation. Not because you have a debt to all those who helped you get here, though you do have that debt. It’s because you have an obligation to yourself.  Because our individual salvation depends on collective salvation.  Because thinking only about yourself, fulfilling your immediate wants and needs, betrays a poverty of ambition. Because it’s only when you

In a society that profits from your self-doubt... Liking yourself is a rebellious act. https://vimeo.com/138170379

Sort of gave myself an ultimatum. No longer was I going to hole-up.... Not because of my health, not because of my body,  not because of any other insecurities that  rob me of moments  truly worth living. And I haven't. And August was one of the best months in  my 49 years of life.   And though sunflowers have always been for me been one of God's greatest  creations, seeing a field of miles and miles of them in northern Michigan  this summer brought me back to the symbol they have always stood for to me  and this simple phrase of words "face the Son".... my new mantra.

"'Dear God,' she prayed, 'let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.'"   ~Betty Smith, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn