When I arrived at the barn this morning, I was set upon, by a band of Bossy barnyard babes! I’d barely come through the front doorway, before they tackled me! I’ll admit, it was surprising to see Tilly leading the charge, as she’s normally so quiet and calm.
Questions were coming at me, from all directions, and all at the same time! Though I could barely understand what they were saying, I heard something about my computer being left on last night, something about me writing the story of Tilly meeting Santa, and a whole lot of wailing about it not being fair!
It took an entire box of raspberries, a dozen donuts, and an hour of lectures from all the babes, before I fully understood the cause for all the fuss. After expressing my heartfelt apology for any misunderstandings, along with an agreement to make things right, I sent them all off to play; no need to fret, as, all is well! With the babes now off playing and happily distracting themselves, I’m free to explain what happened.
Apparently, I’d accidentally left my computer running last night, when I left the barn. At some point in the evening, Boomer noticed the light coming from the office, so he went in to investigate. Well, long story short, all the babes spent the entire night, reading my blogs about the barn. Tilly found the story I’d written about when she was small, and she excitedly read it to the group! This got the whole gang involved in looking for their own stories, only to be disappointed! After all the searching, they couldn’t find what they were hoping to read.
What I’d encountered, as I arrived this morning, was a passel of very unhappy babies that wanted some answers! After assuring them that I’ve a story for each of them, I had to explain that those stories still have to be published. Since I can’t share their stories with the world yet, I had to promise them that I would, at least, write something about them; they wish for me to write about them one a time. It was strongly suggested that I share what I love most about each individual babe.
So, what this means is… starting next Friday, I’ll be writing a special little something about each of these adorable creatures, sharing my barn. I want to show you the reasons, why each and every one of these babies, belong in the Barnyard! Who knows, maybe you’ll find out a bit more about the one writing this blog…
Please tell me that I’m not the only one to have noticed our return, once again, to the question of risk! Just in case it doesn’t seem to make sense, the picture I’ve used for todays prompt question, should represent going in a circle over and over again.
Quite honestly, I’m kind of sick and tired of trying to fish out a past, present, or future version of some sort of risk that I may or may not have either succeeded or failed at… for Pete’s sake, come on!
We all take risks every day, in whatever we choose to do! I, personally am a writer, so it goes without saying that I risk myself each and every day, publishing a post that the entire world might read, with a simple point and click feature, offered on their computers.
Parenthood is risky, so is a college education, and the list goes on and on. I’m a bit confounded that we’re asked to keep at it, in the department of answering a prompt about risk. Did they not read our answers to the other prompts? I think that’s probably where the answer lies; too many clicks without actually reading the content! Autogenerated anything has its drawbacks, and this one in particular, has no one actually looking at what the machine is doing, I think.
If you’re not going to read my answer, prompt machine, I’m not bothering to give it to you!
For everyone stopping by to see what I’ve written, I will leave some cookies, and a very big I LOVE YOU to all my WordPress family…
Oh My Goodness, I slept so good last night! I didn’t even dream anything, I don’t think. I awoke to the pitter patter of rain, softly hitting the roof above my head, and for a while, I simply lay there enjoying the sound.
My heart has been a bit heavy of late, thinking on things of the past, the present, and the future. Some may assume that as a Christian, I should now be perfectly capable of living only for the day, never looking back, and having absolutely no concerns for the future. As a whole, I can say this about my life, as well as, my walk with God. But the world is still turning, time waits for no man, and many times, looking at the past helps to navigate the future. Nobody said it was going to be smooth sailing, as a Christian, and if they did… they were lying!
I am still a human being, though my spirit walks by faith, assured of my origin and my destination, without any doubts! However, I must tend this vessel, with grace, mercy and understanding. While I know what I know, I still feel what I feel, having to care for a physical and emotional body that has been through much! Sometimes, I’m simply affected by seasonal changes, of which, we are right square in the middle of with springtime. At other times, life changes and circumstances play out a sort of cause and effect response, as I don’t handle change nearly as well as I did when I was younger.
Sometimes, it feels like things are changing too fast, leaving me feeling emotionally shaky, for lack of a better explanation. I realize that I’m a bit tougher on myself than anybody else is, becoming impatient with this body, for always feeling panic when change is on the horizon. I should be able to handle this by now, as we’ve been living like this for a while. Nope! Every time things change, fear and panic start banging on my front door, requiring every ounce of my faith to answer. I will say that my response time has improved dramatically, along with recognizing God in the midst of things at all times! I see him moving, feeling His love and reassurance, along with hearing His voice steadily guiding my steps. Timing! Timing is everything!
Perhaps I’ve left you bewildered, as to what on earth I’m rambling on about. I’ll try and explain. I know that I’ve already mentioned about my husband going back to school, along with financial support being provided to assist him in his endeavors. What I haven’t mentioned, is the part where, they want to move us into better living conditions. You’d think that this idea would be a welcome one, as we’ve been living without a working toilet or hot water since November of last year. Honestly, I know it is most likely for our good, but even after living like this for so long, I find myself thinking, No Thanks, we’re good! What???
One word…. CHANGE!
Throw that word on top of the fact that I’m desperately trying to finish editing my first book! Maybe now you might better appreciate the first two sentences of this post. Every evening, for nearly a week now, I’ve been getting messages from my Overthinkers Anonymous group, asking for a guest speaker. It doesn’t help that the book I’m writing is my memoirs. Constantly reading and rereading about my own past, will certainly add to the struggle. Oddly, I’ve been experiencing a great amount of peace from this project, as I believe it to be God’s desire for me to complete. I am compelled to finish that which I believe God has called me to do, no matter how high the water rises or how fast the current flows. For goodness sake, my name is Wiwohka, the raging and roaring water joining that river!
While we may possibly be moving into an apartment, and out of this old RV, I’ll go where my husband goes and follow his lead. I’ll continue through my audio recordings, one day at a time, and with a faith born from walking with my Creator. I know that God knows what will come, as He has a purpose for my life, offering me a hope and a future! I can look at it like gifts or presents, that have yet to be opened. Who doesn’t like the excitement of a gift? We love to shake the package, trying to guess what is inside. That’s what dreams are made of… gifts yet to be received! How boring life might be, if we knew all of what was to come? No need to study, search, or learn anything new… no thank you!
We all go through things in our lives, some good and some bad. Change is a constant thing, leaving us to either adjust or get trampled by it! If I can leave you with anything to remember, from all my chatter, it would be one word… GRACE! This was the word that floated through my mind this morning, as I lay there listening to the rain.
God poured it all over my spirit this morning, allowing me to accept three truths. One truth is that He will never leave me to do things on my own. The second truth is that I will finish this book, one day at a time and with God fully in it! The third truth is that it won’t matter where He leads, I will follow. I trust God’s truths and timing for my journey… I’ve yet to reach a lamppost along the path that wasn’t brightly lit!!!!
I’m so confident that Friday is almost here, that I’ve successfully fit a Camel in an elevator, just so I could bring you some coffee and cookies for our Hump Day pick-me-up!
Eustace made me promise that he could have the cookie on top, though, so your cookies might be a bit soggy. How else do you think I could talk a camel into riding on an elevator?
The first thing that popped into my mind, when I read this prompt question, was the time I ate a piece of chocolate cake that the cat had peed on! I wish I were joking, but alas, there is nothing made up about that event.
What would I have done differently? I would have made the cat live outdoors much sooner than I did. The peeing on things had begun about a month prior. I’d been attempting to correct the cats behavior, rather than evicting her from the house… until that day!
Why on earth would this be the first thing I came up with, as I read the daily prompt?
As a general rule of thumb, I do not look on past decisions as something I would change. I stay away from the whole woulda shoulda coulda mindset, not only because it’s done and gone, but because our pasts make us who we are now. Mess with one eensie weensie past decision and who knows what all will be affected, here in the present.
So, for the most part, there isn’t a great list of things I would venture to safely change… aside for the cat and the cake… that I could un-remember!
Here, have a piece of cake… I’m sure it’ll be fine! This cutie wouldn’t dream of being naughty…
There was a time when I could say that I was the poster child for Anxiety! My nervousness was my very own survival mechanism, of choice!
Not much of my life went the way I’d wanted, leaving me traumatized and wounded for many, many years. All of the life interuptuses I’ve endured, some from my own making, have landed me with two nervous roommates that never leave… IBS and Fibromyalgia.
While you may be wondering why I’ve allowed them to stay, to me, they are more like helpless children, needing constant care and supervision. In good conscience, I could no sooner evict these two, than I could my own children. By loving and tending my roommates, or scars if you will, God allows me to manage my own nervous anxieties, with grace, compassion and understanding.
Assigning a specific culprit to hold responsibility for making us nervous, seems rather silly. As WordPress is not leading a support group or therapy session, by asking everyone what makes them nervous, the only thing this prompt will successfully do is make everyone nervous about answering what makes them nervous.
Did they even look up the definition of the word, before they thought to ask the question? I did!
According to Google, which the world seems to think knows everything, the definition of nervous is this:
It seems rather ludicrous to ask a nervous person what makes them nervous! It quickly became apparent to me that the idea of being nervous is a mannerism, or a trait that has long since been established. Once I read the definition, I began thinking about how hard it would be to just randomly come up with an easy answer, over a cup of coffee in the morning.
If it were that easy for all us nervous folk to discover what makes us nervous, there would be millions of spare dollars floating around, that no longer need to be paid to the professionals who spend years learning how to become a therapist!
Just sayin…
Here, have a cookie…
They were supposed to look like pins and needles, but as the AI art generator reflects, it was much easier said than done! The closest it could come to what I wanted, was cookies stabbed by a decorative paperclip… go figure!
It feels quite strange to be sitting here, having to decide whether I want to read a true story that I’ve written, or a fictional one… either way, I feel as if I’m stalking myself!
I’m still unsure, as of yet, whether I’ve let the one book rest long enough, before I work on creating it’s Audio version. At the same time, it’s been a while since I’ve worked on my other novel, so I need to read back through it, in order to pick up where I’d left off. Fortunately, I can simultaneously work on both projects, if I so choose.
Truthfully, I think that writing my fictional novel has been a way to focus on something other than myself, as my memoirs require a great deal of self-evaluation throughout the entire journey. The one book feels like a labor of love, while the second feels more like an adventure!
Aside from working on those two projects, I’ve been having a ton of fun with our weekend line-up, from the antics of our Barnyard babies on Friday’s, to Saturdays As they say, and ending with Sunday’s Live Wire episodes. I’d say that these days are my weeks highlights!
So, all in all, it’s going to be a pretty busy and fulfilling week for me, I think. I hope everyone has a great Monday to start the week off right! If we get the ball rolling in the right direction today, the days to follow will be smooth sailing…
For myself, I get a great amount of pleasure, as well as a sense of unwinding, when I climb into my bed and play those silly phone app games. I absolutely love puzzles, merge games, and/or the farming ones.
I realize that these games are rather simple and/or childish… but I don’t give a hoot! I have a very busy brain, which can often stress me to my limits just trying to not think! Something about these meaningless little games can feel cathartic or relaxing, if you will.
In truth, I think it’s because they’re meaningless or no-brainer games, as I call them. If I play any of my mmo rpg games, I get caught up in the adventure, often staying up into the wee hours slaying orcs or zombies, so this isn’t where I’ll go to unwind… it’s where I’ll go to vent!
I’ve actually used my phone merge games and puzzles to combat anxiety, by giving me a simple focus point. I know it sounds absurd to think that these games would help, but oddly, they do!
Journey With Me! 