I’ve Gone….well…

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Insights and Observations: Critical Meditations by D. L. McHale

It is 4 a.m. and once again I am planted before the keyboard attempting to craft words into clever sentences…and there you go, failure in the first keystrokes. The good news, based upon my dearth of hits on WordPress, is that no one will read this anyway.

I once envisioned myself a budding writer, but now I am thoroughly convinced that feeling was nothing more than insomnia in the early morning hours combined with a pot of cheap coffee flushing out last night’s indigestion (don’t worry, that’s as graphic as I am capable of writing!)

I know I could be a good writer, if it wasn’t for all that grammar and words and things. But who am I kidding? It’s all about the words…the fucking words! (Hey, I used “dearth” in my second sentence…doesn’t that count for anything?) Well, I don’t have words or ideas or pesky plots…

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Source of Inspiration

On the final page of
a chapter of this life,
soon the story will turn
to another adventure,
hero kissing princesses,
and slaying dragons. New
or more of the same?

We are the authors of our
lives, choosing how the
story goes. Do you write
with boldness, or with
tiny, crimped letters,
too afraid to sprawl
across the page?

Do your words ring with
laughter, or lie in sodden
in your tears? Let your
story come from the well
of pureness that lies
within. Write your life
full of nobleness, joy
and contentment, letting
no other tell your story
for you.

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Social Media – Publicity and Social Support

As an efficiency expert, I always appreciate when there are multiple beneficial outcomes from projects. Such is the case when people in your professional network become friends.

Being able to participate on facebook and meet new people – rebuild my ability to communicate and regain my confidence in social interactions. Well. I keep saying that facebook is cheaper than therapy – and the 24/7 instant access cant’ be beat either.
Certainly one of the benefits of having disrupted sleep patterns is that you end up with pen pals in all kinds of other time zones.
You know I wrote a post some time ago, and I really don’t want to link to it. I think it was called… or the theme of it was – why does it matter how other people have it?

and I wrote it at a time of high trauma when no one around me gave any consideration to me at all. For my relatives and actual friends, it wasn’t your fault that I couldn’t understand you. But it was your fault that you didn’t realize that I meant what I said. I didn’t understand any of you. Given the givens, understandable. Use what you know. That’s all I ever asked.

So, here’s why it matters to remember that other people – of the 7 billion plus other people on the planet – that if you live in an industrialized nation – you are in the top 10% of the wealthy people around the world.

If you do not have to live in a refugee camp, displaced by war or other disasters, if you do not belong to a demographic that has been marginalized up to and especially including under threat or actual genocide, if you do not have to live with the worry of bombs dropping on you or being shot for walling down the street for any reason ….

then, pretty much, any day above ground is a good day. As long as there is life, there are do overs.

 

I also wanted to share this fan club update.

Someone started a fan club for me… but until a recent comment on my facebook timeline – which is screen shot captured on the Living Well blog
it would seem that what I post on my timeline really does make a difference for people. but more than that, how I interact with the people – who take the time to comment

both here on my blog and on my timeline.