While I would much rather be writing about my journey through God’s word, as I normally do on Sundays, IBS invited herself over last night, and just never left. She took it upon herself to throw an absolute fit about the foods I’ve recently been eating! It’s been a long night, to say the least!
I will say that I am currently upright, but this too could change at the drop of a hat! I made a massive mistake yesterday, by doing what I call stacking. I’d eaten one of the items on my questionable foods list early on in the day, but then followed it up with a second item later, without paying any attention! Normally, if I eat something in question, as long as I eat very carefully for the next several days, I can balance things out. Not so, when it comes to stacking… here be dark and dangerous waters!
Oh well, I will be right as rain in a few days, but today is the time for IBS to have her say about how I’ve offended her delicate sensitivities. My Bad!
My other roommate, Fibromyalgia, seems to be away visiting relatives or something, so at least I don’t have to listen to her try to argue with IBS on my behalf. I know she means well, but it’s much easier to calm these two down one on one. While they may be living together in my house, their friendship is precarious, at best!
I shall be spending most of the day in bed, letting IBS pick the shows we watch, as it comforts her to watch old reruns of movies that I once thought to be realistic and believable. Nowadays, I find myself narrating my own version of Mystery Science Theatre, laughing at what I once thought to be realistic. I’m rather funny, if I do say so myself!
I would have to say that I’m blessed with wisdom, from years of watching social media develop. I remember it from when it was born, watching it grow and take many shapes.
In my personal opinion, I see social media as a double edged sword, having both good and bad result from it’s use. Nowadays, while some folks find pleasure in fully sharing what they had for dinner and where, others have chosen more nefarious purposes, such as bullying or stalking. Some use social media to socialize, which was a positive idea, though many have warped it into a lying, cheating, he said, she said public dirty laundry show. Then, there are those who take an unhealthy pleasure in reading and watching, as others behave badly.
While social media can be a positive way to meet with your friends and loved ones, sharing time together online, it can become an unhealthy outlet if it’s not kept in check! I think one would be ignorant, to assume that simply because we’re an adult, we can safely navigate the online traffic out there on the web. Some grown ups are more naïve than our youth, regarding the wild wild west that’s out there within those social platforms.
I always go back to the old idea of checks and balances, rather than looking at Social Media as a good or bad thing. The problems never originate from the object, but rather how the object should or should not be used. Think about it!
Today’s old time phrase that we shall decipher is, “Rough around the edges.”
This one was suggested by JSteeleWrites, so thank you, my friend… I’ll give it my best shot!
We’ve all used this phrase at one time or another, so one would think that it might be simple to uncover the actual meaning and origin. Actually, I’m a bit unsure, now that I truly think on it, as to where it may have come from, and I’m not even fully sure that I understand why they said it!
As it seems to refer to the edge of a thing, my brain goes to where I might use it in an explanation, which would be sewing.
Either that, or something else that requires precise measurements or lines. I wouldn’t want to present something as flawless, if it weren’t, even if it were nearly so. If the finished product was a usable item for use, or a pie that were still delicious to eat, maybe I would suggest that “it’s a bit rough around the edges”, as it’s still good to eat.
Maybe a cartographer might assure you that the map is accurate, even if “it’s rough around the edges.”
It may even have to do with wood, during the carving or cutting of wood for building things.
Ok, that’s all I got! Now let’s see what Googlini has to say about it:
Wikipedia was my first stop, allowing us an actual definition to look upon…
(idiomatic) In need of refinement; unsophisticated. While rough around the edges, the church is really a wonderful place to be.The north side of town is a less expensive, rougher round the edges choice for a young family.His writing is appealing, but a bit rough around the edges.
So far, I’m a bit disappointed at there being no other meaning, aside from the dictionary’s bland “not real good, but getting better” kind of description. Let’s search a bit more, in hopes of finding the phrase, or idiom’s, true origin.
When I typed in the question, “what is the origin of rough around the edges?” I found this on Tumblr…
Origin: The expression is probably early to mid 20th century, though the word “rough” itself is very old going back to Old English making it prior to the 11th century. It was originally spelled “ruh” and had a gutteral sound at the end, later signified by the “gh” when the spelling changed.
Usage: Informal, spoken, general American and British English.
Idiomatic Meaning: Someone who is lacking in sophistication and/or refinement. It can refer to social class as well as personality
Literal Meaning: An object with a surface that is not smooth and even or soft to the touch, having imperfections
Here I’ve been using this phrase for everything but people… how very odd. I think that I like my definitions better… just sayin!
Remember, if you leave me to my own devices, not offering up any more old sayings to decipher, I’ll simply come up with my own! I know just enough to be dangerous…
The first thing that comes to my mind this morning, would be the White Chocolate I promised I’d offer my family today! It was suggested to me yesterday, so the first thing that came to mind, was to fill this prompt with some yummy goodness!
As I live a solitary life, I rarely attract eye contact from others, let alone an encounter.
In honesty, I cannot remember any positive results from encountering random strangers… just sayin! While I’m sure that I must have, at some point in my past, come upon a stranger that left a positive outcome… however, none come to mind at the moment, sorry!
In light of how absolutely closed and distrustful our society has become over the last several years, I find this prompt question to be somewhat out of place; not bad, mind you, simply strange. Nowadays, folks don’t seem to want any encounters that are considered random! The general attitude I see reflecting off most peoples faces, is something akin to, ” I won’t talk to you, if you promise to not talk to me!” I find it rather sad! Sadly, even being the Chatty Cathy that I am, I haven’t been able to come up with anything to share, at least not at the moment.
Hence, the cookies being offered before bothering to attempt an answer to this daily prompt. I will say that I’ll be pondering this for a while. Perhaps if this question rolls around next year, I’ll have a better answer to share with everyone.
I woke up so relaxed this morning, leisurely brewing a pot of coffee while simply staring out the window of our RV’s front door. I slept like a baby last night, without a care or thought or dream in my head. All was quiet!
Yesterday marked the day that I came to the end of my first real edit, of a project I consider to be a labor of love, if you will. As I’ve mentioned before, I’d been writing my first fantasy/fiction novel this last year, but God had other plans. Just as I was nearing the 2/3 mark of that particular project, I was led to set it aside and return to my own story; one that had been written this time last year. In truth, it was more like a fast food version of my life story, and I’m not even sure that more than 15 to 20 subscribers even read the whole thing. I don’t blame them! When I went back through and read it again myself, I realized how jarring and incomplete it was in so many places.
Over the last three months, God has been walking back through the paths of my journey with me, asking that I complete a work that He’d begun in me, so long ago. I believe that there is something, somewhere, within the pages of my journey that someone needs to read. What that thing might be, is not for me to say, or even bother trying to figure out the who, what, why, when, and/or where parts. In the end, I suppose that the only important thing I’m striving for, is to simply follow wherever God leads.
I wouldn’t say that I tore up my first attempt at writing down my story, but I will say that I broke it apart, added, changed and/or removed whatever was not necessary. No fluff! At first, I gathered a large amount of work I’d written over the last few years, wanting to share so many different things, and to be honest, make the book bigger! I thought I needed to build up the number of words and pages to produce the expected size of a standard novel. It was a nightmare, as the book I sought to produce, became so fragmented that even I got lost! I found myself at an impasse, unable to edit something I no longer recognized. Easter weekend was where I found my answer, while walking along the river and singing worship music. I heard God say, “No More Fillers!”
Letting go of societies expectations of what this book should be, in size and quality, I went back at it, boldly deleting great chunks of words I’d previously thought were so important! Something beautiful began to happen, as I allowed my actual Chief Editor to select the content to be added. By letting go, and letting God direct my writing, I’ve blown through all the barriers and obstacles that hindered my progress! In only a few short weeks, I’ve been able to successfully edit the project in its entirety, with last night being the last of it. Now you can better understand why I slept so well last night.
While you may be thinking that completing a novel, aside from the audio recording still needed, would be the most exciting thing for me right now, it isn’t! Something happened inside my spirit, on this second run at my own story; the memories were not so painful to write about, and not nearly as confusing. In just over a year, God has been healing and transforming my heart, as I never imagined could be possible! As I worked through the editing process, it was as if I were reading someone else’s story, though I knew it to be my own.
As I’ve always been a very passionate writer, usually it served me quite successfully in my literary endeavors… but not while writing my own memoirs! Perhaps this is why it’s taken me two attempts to write down my truths with purposeful passion, rather than passion based on pain and suffering. Now, when I look on my memories, I do it with love, peace, patience and understanding… Something only God was able to accomplish! Though the work is not over, the peace that dwells within my soul now, allows me to walk, write, think, talk and pray… in freedom!
Correct me if I’m wrong here, but aren’t we all growing in one way or another, based on decisions we’ve made?
I’m now in my mid 50s and my decisions over the years of my life have shaped my journey, in one way or another. This question, in a way, is like asking a blade of grass whether or not it made any decisions that helped it grow toward the sun…
Over the years of my life, I’ve learned that if I say never about a thing, I will most assuredly end up eating my words!
To be honest, there isn’t really anywhere that comes to my mind, as a place I would not want to visit. What if there were a valuable purpose in going somewhere, that I might only know about, once I get there?
My existence no longer revolves around any woulda, coulda, shoulda, sort of thinking. I walk forward in faith, looking up at all times. I don’t want to miss anything that God has planned for me on this journey!
Journey With Me! 