carolita
I will rise again! It's always good to know that no matter how bad things get, that I will rise again! Sometimes I forget that, and feel filled with despair -- I usually remember that rising part in my journal, or in a caring person's loving reassurances.
I appreciate very single teacher I ever had -- in and out of the classroom. Even the teachers that were not so great taught me lessons, even if they were how I did not want to conduct my life. I have evolved into teaching in various ways myself. I have always been the kind of person who likes to share fun, interesting, or meaningful things with other people. Thank heavens for teachers!
I keep forgetting that I need to be vigilant about the rhythm of my days. I need to remember that I have to have fun and be creative as often as possible to keep my energy levels up and my spirits high.
She painted with gay abandon -- the colors she choose were bright and bold. They reflected the happiness in her life. Then for no reason she could fathom, her brush was drawn to brown, black, taupe. She followed her instincts and when she was done, she realized that she had painted a reflection of her life, which was not always bright and happy, but sometimes accented by drab or even dark colors -- but the final outcome was amazing!
She filled her backpack with wondrous things. Shells she had collected from that beach vacation with Herbert that time he had proposed, but had turned him down for no good reason. The manuscript from the book of poetry she was still writing, the stones from her trek up that amazing mountain with Maury. Was she still mourning the loss of Herbert, is that why she still carried those shells?
I would like to create a montage of my life -- no, make that lots of montages of my life. That way I could choose the images I want to represent different time periods so I could have a representation the way I would like to view each segment.
I remember noticing my Dad's sideburns. He has always had them exactly the length he wants them to be, without concern for haircut fashion trends. My Dad has always been his own man in my eyes. I think that he doesn't think he always did what he wanted to do, but to me he is a man of integrity.
I love being domestic -- tending to the things and environment. I really don't allow myself the amount of time I wish I would to do the kind of organizing and cleaning that would make my world be the way I wish it could be -- both at home and at the office.
He was a mole. That meant that he weaseled his way into a job and pretended to be a good worker, but all he did was spy and report back to someone who had nefarious interests in the operation of the company. At least that's what I think a mole is.
I am tempted to just fool around this afternoon and tidy up my apartment/office. I have so many things to do, but I think I will feel much better if I do some cozy little taking care of my environment things. I am really glad I saw that word, because I love to do things I am tempted to do! In the past that might have been getting into a little bit of trouble, but I am much more well-behaved in my older youth! ha ha ha!
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