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  • dedicatedmommy7710 1:58 pm on December 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Forgive, Forget, Repent? 

     

    Today’s prompt:

    Share a story where it was very difficult for you to forgive the perpetrator for wronging you, but you did it — you forgave them.

    Photographers, artists, poets: show us REPENTENCE.

    I don’t care to share my story in it’s entirety.  What I can tell you is the perpetrator never repented, will never be truly forgiven, nor their crimes forgotten.  What did happen, was personal acceptance, growth, and the ability to move forward.  Not dwelling on the crimes others commit against you, not allowing them to rule your life, your mind, you sense of personal worth and well being are some of the hardest things to do.  But you just have to.  There are times when you have to recognize your own responsibility in a situation, other times you have to recognized that what has happened had nothing to do with anything you did.  Either way, you’ll be better off in the end.  So forgive yourself, forget the notion that things will ever go back to the way they were before said incident because they won’t, you are forever changed…to what degree is up to you, and repent to yourself at the very least your own transgressions.  That personal honesty will help you more than anything else.

     
  • dedicatedmommy7710 4:39 pm on December 20, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Paying it Forward 

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    I think of this movie every time I see or hear about these oh so few random acts of kindness.  It’s not that they acts themselves are few, we just don’t hear about them.  If there was a daily segment on the major news stations where regular folks on the street told of the person in front of them at the check out who paid for their meal, or let them cut in line because they had 3 items and a screaming toddler attached to their hip, and how that one instant changed their mindset for the rest of the day, maybe it gave that mother the minute she needed to sit down with the screaming toddler and find out he only wanted to help, giving them an opportunity to talk about what he can do to help at the grocery store.

    I can’t think of any big event that I can say with superhero hands on my hips “THIS IS THE RANDOM ACT OF KINDNESS I HAVE PERFORMED!”  I try and bring kindness into my every day interaction with these other humanoids on this planet, a smile while holding the door, letting someone merge into traffic, donating food, clothes, toys, to local shelters, teaching my son the importance of doing the same.

    So I guess my Secret is that I don’t keep it a secret that I want to help people, but I don’t boast about it or expect any sort of recognition.  I think it is exactly what you are supposed to do, as often as you possibly can.

     
  • dedicatedmommy7710 2:51 pm on December 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Ragetastic 

    I just went googling for an appropriate “rage” image to start this post off with, and realized….99% of the images displayed men.  Which I guess is telling in of itself.  My post was to be about how women seem to be taught to suppress such feelings.  If we “rage out” we’re crazy or pmsing.

    One step closer to a vacation in a soft padded room with jackets to  hug ourselves better.Image

    Daily Prompt: Mad as a Hatter

    Tell us about a time when you flew into a rage. What is it that made you so incredibly angry?

    Photographers, artists, poets: show us RAGE.

    I’ve honestly tried to keep emotions on an even keel, keep myself honest about how I’m feeling to myself and to people around me to avoid the outbursts.  But lets be honest…that never works out 100% of the time.  Lack of sleep seems to be the biggest factor in these momentary lapses in containment.  A few days of inadequate sleep and something trivial will light off the spark on that one fray wire that runs so deep you can catch it before you see red.  As much as I wish I could summon a zen filled buddhist monklike being at times like those I can’t and look for ways to make it right after the fact.  Communication could prevent it but can help repair in the aftermath of a rage explosion.

     
    • thebippityboppitybeautifulblog 3:52 pm on December 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply

      I love this part: “Communication could prevent it but can help repair in the aftermath of a rage explosion.”

      I hope you have a beautiful day! ❤

  • dedicatedmommy7710 9:37 pm on December 17, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Breaking the Mundane 

    Actually see this weeks writing challenge is what inspired me to start this blog in the first place.  I sit here at my half cubicle desk doing my daily office tasks every day Monday through Friday 8 am-4:30 pm each and every week, I love my job.  It is a lot better than any other office type job I’ve had.  I have the opportunity to do many different things, speak with different people, and occasionally I even have a moment or two where I get to engage my brain!

    I need an outlet, I need a chance to create something, even if it’s just a little something, it doesn’t have to be good, just a change.  A blog post, a 4×4 doodle, anything that isn’t receipts and invoices. So here I am.

    THIS WEEK’S CHALLENGE

    To recap, here’s what to do for the challenge. As always, feel free to adapt the challenge as you see fit. The object is to get you writing:

    1. Pick three original details from encounters during your day or your week that you’ve observed.
    2. Once you’ve collected your details, your “glimmers of a beginning,” write at least one paragraph containing your original details.

    There is this sensation that is starting to creep up my spine, a weight that is lowering itself onto my shoulders, a cloud that is passing in front of my eyes.  Looking down I see the cause…It’s 3:00 pm. That awful time in the middle of the afternoon, where as an adult you are no longer able to throw up your hands and go take a nap.   The over head light is a little too bright, the lack of clack on the keyboards seem to tell everyone how little you are actually doing.  The barely audible music from the rest of the building seems to add to the dullness of the day instead of taking it away.  Attempting to look busy,  shuffle of papers, walking quickly to the end of the office coffee must be had, or this day will for sure never end.

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    Ahhhh the warmth of the cup break through the almost cold of the office A/C.  The wonderful aroma of fresh coffee awakens the mind, once awakened it reminds one of lazy Sunday mornings, with a good book, and a lounge chair on the back porch. Saddened I am eager to end the day.  Finishing out the days work. Clocking out, happy to have a job, happy to leave, excited to see the family I’ve missed throughout the day.

    And on that note. my day here is done.

     
     
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