It is peace

When my sister first moved in with me she told me her cat likes my house because it is so peaceful. Andyou know what? She is right. It is. Today I was able to finnagle a day off to kick this flu bug in the booty (thank you girls for filling in for me all day). I very rarely, if ever, get to relax at home. Especially during the day. As I lay on my sofa with stuffy nose and clogged head I realized that my whole neighborhood seemed wreathed in peace. A quiet calm that blankets the streets I take during the day. Very few cars pass and those that do are quiet - no race car wannabees ruling the road. No loud music blaring. No over amped bass. No families arguing in the lawn. No punks on the street corners. A lawnmower in the distance adds to the cicadas song. Chirping birds, squeaking squirrels. And an overwhelming feeling of stillness. A feeling that time is not moving in it's normal rat race pace, that eveyone is taking a deep breath of relaxation. I love my little house on its big corner lot in its entirely peaceful neighborhood.




-- Posted From My iPhone so please excuse the typos!

It is sunshine

On your darkest day in your gloomiest hour a sparkle of sunshine is bound to show when you least expect it. Remeber to look.

It is my attitude

I feel that I am a total queen b* I feel that I am mean and rude and short tempered and I never thought that way about myself. I thought I was nice I thought people liked me that I was easy enough to get along with but now I must not be. My family keeps telling me that I am wrong that I am not an evil dictator that I am a nice person. But I keep doubting them thinking that abused people never notice they are abused until it becomes too much for them to handle so maybe they are so used to my bad attitude that they just don't see it.


-- Posted From My iPhone so please excuse the typos!