One Step At A Time

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Some days it’s all we can do to stay on track.

Your head says “Just keep plodding forward, eyes front and feet moving.”

It’s about getting to the end of the day, and to rest.

We’re longing for a collapse ushering us into a night producing our revival.

May our slumber bring about a peppy gait in the new day!

 

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Unnerving

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I don’t think I’ve experienced a silent moment, ever.

Every morning I awaken to a barrage of a million tiny pinpricks of fuzzy noise filling my ears. And so the daily task of getting that under control begins. The focus becomes, oddly enough, the fine art of distraction.

This audio companion has impaired me for as long as I can remember. Going back to my early childhood, I recall laying in bed at night when everything around me was still, and all I could hear was this buzzing. It just felt like it was a part of me until the day I thought I was going crazy. No one else seems to have this happening to them! I remember calling my best friend, and she laughed. “You’re not crazy, it’s tinnitus!”  What a relief, I had a name for it. It was just a part of me. I went about the business of accepting it.

It’s not been easy but who said life would be. Nor is it fair. Right?

Coping, distracting, even just listening to it acceptingly – these became my tools to handle what was naturally my physical state.

People think I’m weird for playing my music in the car thunderously loud. They can hear me coming from a mile away. It’s a coping mechanism, in part. To be truthful though, the other reason is that good music just naturally sounds better in the higher decibel range. Am I right?

So on the days when it’s too hard to mentally distract, I turn it up. It helps drown out the daily invasion of uncomfortable and unwanted sound. I’ve been told that repeated exposure to loud noises can make it worse. Uh huh, like I haven’t had it worse already.

This torment can be harder to cope with when I’m only surrounded by my four walls. You know, the place where I spend most of my time. Writing kinda requires it. But I’m also a person who likes to keep to herself – Read: I want to be alone! This means I must concentrate fiercely on my work or my surroundings in order not to notice what’s going on between my ears. Background noise can help ease the burden of staying on top of it, but it’s exhausting.

Every external sound I hear layers on top of this foundation of annoying buzzing, dampening it slightly. As music, noise, or voices pile on, the less the static invades my being. The more I don’t notice it, the better I’ve distanced myself from this maddening disability.

Forty-plus years after understanding what I was dealing with, the tools still work, but it’s getting harder. It’s disquieting. No pun intended.

And there is no cure.

I’ll just have to deal with it, some more.

First Death, Then Life

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It’s odd to feel alive again after someone’s death. But, actually, it’s kinda refreshing.

I’ve had my share of dysfunctional people in my life. The most troublesome ones from my past are dead now. Other relationships that have died over the years are also thankfully in my rearview mirror. But not before enduring a brief stint of anger and sorrow, of course.

It sounds morbid but here’s to making clean breaks and fresh starts with a death!

Seriously, the result of those losses turned into a renewal of me. The chaos was over, for sure. Peace! No more “What’s going to happen next?” along with no more drama, of any kind. There wasn’t anything more to fight over, feel guilt or shame about. No more tears of frustration or anger. It was over. I was facing my future my way from that point on. I got to say a final goodbye to the shit storm those relationships held over me.

I could breathe again, and more importantly, I could live.

Path To Happy

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You do know you are entitled to define and pursue what it means to you, right?

Do you even know how to do happy or what being in that state will do for you?
Figure it out before it’s too late!

Don’t let anyone tell you what you should do or how happy to feel about anything.
It’s not any of their business!

Your right to pursue your happy place is guaranteed. So get it!

But be careful when you approach someone else’s territory of how they define that pursuit though.

Don’t cross into it if you aren’t ready to celebrate with them, otherwise, stay out!

Let people Just Be what makes them happy, and may they respect you the same.

ENJOY YOUR LIFE!

Beautiful Ugly

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I’m simultaneously surrounded by the good I enjoy and all that I despise.

Life is a constant shifting of emotions to achieve balance between distaste and harmony.

Looking for homeostasis. I hope I manage it.

It gets difficult some days.

At times, Yin Yang forces me beyond my capabilities of juggling.

I’m struggling with strength to keep both sides from crashing into me today.

Help!

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You

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Birth delivers an unknown entity and life begins, yet again. You start to exist.

The business of life is to evolve you to your best form. The goal is to reach a physical peak and then head to the inevitable conclusion.

During your stay, your personality or the essence of you continues to be shaped by the experiences, tools, and influences along the way.

Daring to live requires enhancing it; doing it your way requires courage.

I hope you find the joy in it along the way.