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Daily writing prompt

What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?

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If you can keep this little secret from my frenemy IBS, I will tell you of my fondness for a few things… I’m not going to follow the prompt, in its fullness, as it does not seem fair to do that to the beautiful world of foods.

I might be able to maybe select a type of food, and pick my favorite way to eat it, but to say that JUST one thing is the best, sorry…

I could try to use words to describe the way, say, cheese simply slowly and lazily oozes from the inside of the pizza crust, OR, I could show you…

I could try to describe the release of endorphins that seems to happen when one swipes their tongue across creamy soft serve old fashioned vanilla ice-cream from your favorite fast food establishment, Or

Lastly, I could make some futile attempts with words to relay how I remember it feeling after an all you can eat taco party, and your belly is full of Yummy, OR

Please, Under NO Circumstance, are you to share this information with IBS, because she will be totally offended that I even think about these foods anymore… I mean, I know better than to do it, but she freaks out and thinks I am gonna shovel death into my mouth…

But… I love you all enough that I am willing to take the risk to share with you what I sometimes dream about (not joking) and drool about when we are out and about with others.

I still eat fantastic things, but they have to be modified in order for me to successfully get the good stuff out of them, that my body can process…

Oddly, I eat nowadays, exactly the way I ate as a small girl on the farm… Raw, Fresh, or Frozen… no cans, no preservatives, and no oil, grease, butter, fat or the like. It is not nearly as bad as it may sound, as I love foods.

***But… sometimes… late at night… when no one is peeking…I like to eat a whole bag of those Twizzler pull aparts… Don’t Judge!

Here…

Have a cookie…

Daily writing prompt

If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?

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So, I discovered that it is not so easy to randomly find a picture of Footy Pajamas, and I had to improvise with regular ones… But for the record, it needs to be Footie Pajamas… yup… with a zipper… and a hood! Don’t judge… I actually have a pair that I wear from fall through til spring… it’s bloomin cold in this beautiful beast of an RV during the dark times (that which is not summer).

Again, you would think that it would be easier for me to locate a usable free pic of my preferred fluffy foot clouds. For today I will settle for this picture, but I want it clear that I actually need them to be full covers and not flip floppy style… I walk nearly 6 and sometimes 7 miles a day, when I can, so I literally have 3 pair of sneakers, my mocasins, a pair of water shoes, and my slippers.

My magic slippers, as I call them, were a gift from a very special soul. I can say in full honesty that I spend at least 85% of my day in that pair of slippers. They are the biggest, fluffiest, and most marshmallowy feeling slippers EVER…

Some people might say, “She Crazy”… but I say, No No No… Contrare Mor Frare… I am the queen of “If I am gonna wear it, it better make me feel pretty”!

Here, have a cookie…

Daily writing prompt

How do you practice self-care?

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I am going to practice the art of keeping it real here…

If we take away all of the easy answers…

What exactly will self care now begin to look like, for me anyways?

Setting aside THINGS… I think I can speak for most when I say that self care should mean what we need… what does the body, and mind need to rejuvinate that inner mojo, so to speak…

Sure, the pictures above represent things I would enjoy greatly, but would they fulfill what I will call my inner love tank. Nope! I can be pretty honest here, since I have none of the things up above besides the great outdoors, and my love tank has yet to run dry. It does get low, in truth, from time to time. In a world where everyone expects you to simply shut up, show up, and serve with a happy smile… well, it’s no wonder why we are all here trying to regale each other with a fancy insight into the art of “How To Pat Ourselves on the Back”!

I will share a little secret I learned along the way. For me, self care actually begins when I give… I know, strange right? Lemme break it down for you…

When my love tank is low, and I am feeling on the down side, the only things that help me are the following:

Giving Thanks – I must remember how much we do have, and how I am clothed, with food in my stomach, and a warm dry place to sleep and write to you all.

Giving Love to others – Love can come in many forms such as a phone call, or note, or perhaps fulfilling a task for another in need.

Giving prayers – Nothing reminds me how much I have to be grateful for, than when I am praying for the needs of others less fortunate than myself.

Sometimes SELF CARE comes from Selfless love. I know this seems backwards but He does truly work for the good of those that serve Him!

Daily writing prompt

Which food, when you eat it, instantly transports you to childhood?

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Nothing beats watermelon! I remember sitting in the rain, eating watermelon in my swimsuit. The apartments where we lived, were located on the outskirts of our small town, and were just within viewing of our local water tower. I mention the water tower because, that was the reason we were siting in the rain spitting seeds at one another… or better yet, pinching them between our fingers for more force.

I remember the water tower, because the local fire department would always use these hot rainy days for their certification or training exercises. I was so fascinated with their ability to carry all of their gear up those ladders, fully covered in their fire resistant armor, as I called it.

I don’t know about anyone else, but I have always had a great respect for law enforcement and all of our emergency responders, and I think this had something to do with it. I was so impressed with all these men, and they were always so kind to us kids who were watching. My home life was not fun, and my father was a 1st rate butnugget, but I guess the kindness of these masked strangers, brought some joy into the life of a small blue eyed girl, sticky with watermelon juice, and desperate for hope…

Thank you…

I mean it from the bottom of my heart…Thank you!!!