Have you ever known a person who insists on dominating the conversation in any grouping in which she/he finds her/himself? And why hasn't anyone taken this person aside and kindly explained how much it irritates and makes other people feel uncomfortable? (Or maybe this has been done, but it hasn't made any difference.)
Why is it that when you go to the library because you're hungering for a really good book to read, one time you won't be able to find a single book to bring home with you and the next time you carry home four books that look absolutely fascinating, three of which you'll never find time to open?
Once upon a time, long, long ago, when working with a professional in trying to decide what I wanted to do with my life, I was asked to describe in writing myself as a color, why I chose that color and how I felt being that color. A bit kookie maybe, but you might want to try it sometime. I was very surprised at what I wrote.
I have been baking bread (all different kinds . . . some old tried and true recipes, some new ones) like a mad woman lately. I can't seem to stop. My daughter thinks I am a mad woman as every time she's walked into our house for the past couple of weeks, I'm kneading bread, rising bread, baking bread or taking it out of the oven. (No, we're not eating all this bread [burp]. I am getting a good back-log in the freezer though.)
When my daughter cries (which she does very infrequently, being the contained, emotionally-balanced female she is), she can stop shedding tears and look perfectly normal within a minute or two. When I cry I look like I've been beaten with an ugly stick (red swollen eyes, red drippy nose, hiccupy breathing, puffy face) for two days after I've stopped.
Once when we were trying to sell a house of ours, I decided to make the kitchen look homey, pleasant and inviting by having jars of currant jelly I'd made from our currant bushes lined up on the counter. The husband of the couple who were viewing the house said, "Honey, look at all that delicious jelly we could make if we bought this place." To which the wife deadpanned, "Yeah, look at all the work involved in maintaining the bushes and making that jelly." Big fail.
Every moment you're alive is a chance for a new beginning. Each day is a fresh start. Where there's life there's hope. Never give up. The best way to finish anything is to start it. You can do more than you think you can.
Okay, that's all. I'm done thinking.
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