Category Archives: Look for the good.
Inspiration, old or new.
I don’t really surf the net. For me, it’s more like cruising, slowly. I can sit for two hours and accomplish what someone younger or just more tech savvy could do in twenty minutes.
Recently, I cruised upon an older blog site called;
Yes, it really, it said all that!
The last post was dated August 8, 2011. I spent a good deal of time reading over a number of the interviews posted on the site. I was also sad to see that the owner/author chose to end her series, it was really pretty good. She had some great insightful, interesting interviews with some awesome women.
But then, I thought, regardless of when these stories were posted, they still held value and had the power to inspire. How cool that they were there for me to cruise upon. How often do we cruise upon the latest page of a blog, give it a 30 second look-see and then keep on cruising? Lots, I bet. However. . .
Inspiration is timeless.
Many great writer and thinkers have come before us, each with their wisdom to share. And hopefully there will be many more to come.
And one of the really great things about the internet is the opportunity to stumble upon a few gems from time to time. I’ve learned so much from the many visitors who have stopped by my blog and in turn I have gone on to visit theirs. It’s a grand sharing experience.
I just wanted to pass this along, because it inspired me. And sometimes all we need is a little inspiration, old or new.
Blessing to you, and Enjoy NOW, because if you can enjoy now, you can enjoy always, T
Please excuse my sore ass.
Warning: This blog is rated “M” for mature and “R” for raunchy. DO NOT read any further if you are easily offended. However, IF you are easily offended, I have to wonder what the blaze you’re doing here, but let me explain…
I’m very sorry to report that I’m a sore ass, or excuse me, I should say I have a sore ass. As much as I would like to deny that statement, for the moment, it’s true.
My day started out all well and good until I decided I needed to run to catch the next BART train. Suddenly, unexpectedly and with horribly bad timing, my right hip gave out. Boom, I could hardly walk, forget about running.
I’ve heard old age is a bitch. I can confirm, she’s also a painful bitch. I do not consider myself a pain wimp, but this does not feel good. (I am a cold wimp, yes, but not pain.)
This pain in my ass, I mean, this hip pain has caused me to do something I have not done in many, many months. I called and made a doctor’s appointment. However my doctor cannot see me until Friday afternoon. Who knows, by then I may not need her assistance. If I’m lucky, this too shall pass and the pain may be gone by then, in which case I will cancel said appointment and carry on.
Unfortunately I have rather limited faith in doctors. Far too often I’ve heard, “There’s nothing we can do, you’re just getting old.” At which point I would really like to slap them with my birth certificate, but I don’t. I’m afraid of breaking the ancent stone tablet. I’d also be concerned about being accused of elder abuse, except I just found out that Elder Abuse is not some done by me – it’s something done to me. Until now I always called it. . . on second thought, never mind what I called it.
I know this blog post makes very little sense. Perhaps it’s because my ass is in control today and she’s not in a good mood.
And I know, a sore ass isn’t very romantic. Maybe I’ll have better luck on another day. For now, I’m trying my best to Look for the Good and to Enjoy Always, T
Are you looking good, or just good looking?
An old friend of mine used to say; “She’s not good looking, but she’s sure looking good.”
If I don’t look in the mirror I forget how old I am – and how old I look. Which is a good thing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not bad looking, I’m just not good looking either, or at least not as good looking as I would like. I figure that holds true for most – maybe all of us. We all fret and worry over our looks. That’s why the fashion and cosmetics industry is so HUGH.
But on a day when I’m being nice to myself, and I’m having a good hair day (like today), I think I look grand.
However – that is not what this post is about, believe it or not.
It’s about looking for good and feeling young, young at heart. It’s about how we feel and how we see, not how we look (at least not looking-glass look).
I’m reaching a time in my life when I have some good days and some not so good days and some that are so much better. But for the most part – most of the time – I’m a happy person. It is my preferred state of being. Kind of like being healthy. I like being healthy. I also like being happy. I’ve tried the alternatives and I’m sticking with healthy and happy.
It’s hard to feel healthy when you’re sick, really sick. Reality has a way of being….well, real. It’s also hard to feel happy when you’re not. But it is possible to know that;
This too shall pass.
A few years ago, [yes K, I know it was more than a few years ago, but for now let’s stick with] a few years ago I had a “procedure’ that resulted in recovery time and a great deal of pain for a couple of days. My darling daughter came to my aid to help me as I wallowed in my pain progressed through recovery. At one point, as I’m curled up on the sofa, my stomach clenching with cramps, she said, “Don’t worry, Mom, this too shall pass.” It was grand.
Her simple words cheered my heart more than she might have known. Her optimistic outlook brightened my day and warmed my heart. Other body parts were still feeling the pain, but my heart was light and happy. And it had nothing to do with the pain meds.
She – of course – was right. The pain passed, the procedure was a success, and life soon was good again. Not that life had ever really been bad, not really, but now I was once again plugged into the neon light and could actually see the good.
Which brings me to my point…When we look for the good, we find the good. If you don’t believe me, look in the bible… Seek and ye shall find. Which really means, look for the good and ye shall find the good. Converstly, if ye seek the bad, ye shall find the bad, so it’s all a matter of where you’re looking. Me – I’d rather look for the good.
How about you? I’m hoping you’ll go out and have a good looking day.
Enjoy always, T
To thine own self be true.
To thine own self be true, and it must follow as the night the day, thou canst not then be false to any man. William Shakespeare
To thine own self be true. Harder than it sounds. To stand up for what we believe in, not what others belive in or what others would like us to believe in. Or even what’s ‘IN’ for the moment.
To thine own self be true. To ask no more of the world than we are willing to give. To know we already have all that we need. We really do have enough.
To thine own self be true. To look within for our happiness. If you are not true to yourself, you will always be looking for the next best ‘thing,’ but you won’t find it until you know you already have it. Funny how that works….. but it does.
Enjoy always, T
How did you meet?
How did you meet your significant other, your lover, your soulmate?
I often ask that question of the people I meet. I like hearing their stories and sometimes they’re pretty interesting. Often we hear it said that love finds us when we least expect it. Sometimes it’s when we just out enjoying life. I’ve always thought the best way to meet some one special and interesting was to do something special and interesting. In other words, take a risk.
I recently heard this story from a couple I met while dinning at a local restaurant. I’ll call the couple Betty and Frank (not their real names).
Frank was activity looking for the love of his life. He wanted to meet someone and he was willing to use an on-line dating service to do it. You know the kind that seek to match you with your soulmate, or at least someone with similar interests.
Betty was also looking for love. She went to the same internet site and signed up for an introductory account that let her use the service for a few days to try it out. After she created her on-line profile she got a few hits that “matched” her desires. One stood out above the rest…. Mr. Frank. She read his profile, was interested, but after exchanging only one email she closed her account. She wasn’t ready to pay for taking this risk.
End of story? No!
Betty’s sister asked her to go with her to a special holiday service at her church. Betty had heard of her sister’s church but she had never attended. When the holiday service was over Betty’s sister lingered to connect with some friends. Betty wandered to the back of the church to wait for her sister. She took a seat near the back door. A man was sitting a few seats away by himself. He was a nice looking man, but Betty, being only a visitor, felt safer sitting there in silence, acutely aware of the attractive man sitting nearby.
Soon Betty realized that ‘attractive man’ was also a visitor to the church and he was also waiting for his friend to be ready to leave. When said friend stepped away from ‘attractive man’ he turned to Betty and said “Hi, how you doing?” or some such highly original opening line. They began talking, exchanging stories on how they were both visitors, that neither of them actually attended this church and they were each waiting on their sister and friend.
Attractive man introduced himself as Frank. He mentioned where he lived and where he worked. Somehow all of this started to sound eerily familiar to Betty. She started to ask him more questions and soon she was able to confirm that Frank was Mr. Frank from the on-line dating service. The same Mr. Frank that had drawn her interest during her very short-lived trial period.
The laughed about how fate had a strange way of working to get them to meet even though Betty had quit the service. They exchanged email and phone numbers and, as they say, the rest just fell into place. Several months later they looked happy and in love.
Interesting…. Two souls made the briefest connection on-line and then they both attended a church they had never gone to before at the request of others and they ended up meeting, not because someone introduced them to each other, but because they sat near each other at the back of the church, waiting to leave. Sounds like fate to me.
Love works in mysterious and magical ways.
What’s your story??
Enjoy always, T
