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Reflections and ruminations from a modern day Alice - Life is Wonderland  Welcome to the place were I chronicle my own falls down dark holes and adventures chasing white rabbits! Come on In, Take a Bite, You Never Know What You May Find... "Curiouser and curiouser." Alice in Wonderland ** Image ID #1701066 Unavailable **   |
| My daughter turned 15 surrounded by a gaggle of her closest friends. For a few hours, our house was transported into real life “Among Us’” game which, from what we could loosely interpret, was part murder mystery, part escape room, part teenagers scaring themselves in our dark basement. It was chaotic and disjointed but it was also kind of wonderful. They abandoned their phones, and went racing through rooms, laughing and fully engaged in good, old fashioned play. Fifteen is such a tough, transitional age. In just one year they will be learning to drive, applying for summer jobs and some of them will begin visiting colleges. They won’t have too many opportunities to just be kids before the world tells them its time to start adulting for real. For now though, at age 15, we are nearing the end of our first year of high school. Our daughter has done exceptionally well. She kicked off the year by joining the volleyball team. Her inaugural season was marked by her smile both on and off the court. Her joy was a testament to finding the sport she loved, and the teammates who became fast friends. In fact, all the friends she has made this year are girls who inspire her, support her, encourage her and challenge her. It has been great to watch her with them, becoming more and more her own best version of herself. She isn’t the quiet, shy wall flower I feared. She is funny, and courageous. She does not hold herself back. She excels in her classes, works hard to put out her best work and seeks help when she struggles. She still gets frustrated, moody and withdrawn. Sometimes it feels harder to connect with her then the little girl we knew. There are times she would rather do anything else than spend time with us. There are still plenty of eye-rolls and heated spats fueled by attitude. At 15, there are plenty of times when I think she has lost her hearing, her sense of humor and the ability to reason. There are days when I have convinced myself that age 15 is in fact, the Age of the Unreasonable. She unreasonably needs to find that one specific and random t-shirt amid the many piles of laundry, just as we have leave to be somewhere. She unreasonably misses the bus by mere seconds and then demands that I bring her to school just after it rockets past the house. She unreasonably believes that a bagel and cream cheese constitute a full and balanced meal. She rejects the use of sunglasses and ball caps in full sun and carves the necks out of all her sweatshirts. She still loves filling up my phone with selfies of her silly faces and has made an art form out of capturing the most unflattering pictures of me when I am not looking. My daughter, at 15, knows more about a vast many things than I do. Her playlists are far superior to mine and I can’t respectively leave the house looking good unless I let her do my makeup. All these things are part of who she is at this stage in her life – and she can be aggravating and frustrating, that is true. But here is what is also true…our daughter is developing a certain maturity, a sense of self, that is really remarkable to watch. She recently started reading a book that has been influential in helping her process loss, and to discover lessons about living life well in the wake of grief. She likes to read me certain passages that have made an impression. One night last week, she and I ended up talking for hours about the dark time she went through when she lost her Aunt to cancer. She understands now how formative that was for her, and I was impressed with how deeply she’s considered the ways in which that experience has changed her. Over the break, a friend’s sister was in a terrible accident where she was seriously injured, and her boyfriend was killed. She told me she could not stop thinking about how quickly a person’s life can change, and that it had a profound effect on her. She said shes working on not letting the little things "bother her or knock her mood off track" because a bad hair day, a bad breakout or a fight with a friend, is nothing compared to a day when you could lose your mobility, your love ones, or even your life. Our daughter speaks in a way that shows me she has a new appreciation for the blessings in her life, and knows that she is lucky to have a safe space to come home to each day. She has developed empathy for those who may not have the same support system, and I can see that it’s made her want to be kinder and more patient with others. I realize while writing this, that there is so much more to her at age 15 than I gave her credit for. She is in many ways, a typically teenager. She is often an unreasonable, frustrating adolescent. But, she is also evolving more rapidly than I was prepared for. This version of our daughter is remarkably bolder, more confident, more reflective and introspective. She is growing impossibly more beautiful and more fierce. At age 15, our daughter is somehow, suddenly, just more….and I am unreasonably in love with all of it. |
| "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 2557 May 20, 2025 Prompt: Do you know people who are terrible at doing just about anything, but they are convinced they're extremely talented? What are they like and would you tell them the truth about themselves? I am not sure I know a person who fits this prompt exactly. I do however, know people who always need an audience. I know people who believe their actions, especially those actions that constitute charity, need to be witnessed by the masses for those actions to "count". I find them to be some of the more exhausting acquaintances I have. Thankfully I know more people who are naturally altruistic. They are charitable and extend themselves often anonymously to the causes of others, and often without residual praise. In my experience, the people who need audience approval and praise, also tend to be narcissistic. I don't think it would matter if you told a narcissist the truth or not. "Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 384b2 May 20 Describe your favorite room. When I was expecting my daughter, her nursery was my favorite room. It had peach-colored walls and a padded rocker where I'd sit dreaming about holding her. The bedding in the white crib was a soft green, covered with jungle babies that looked as if they climbed out of a richly illustrated children's book. The jungle babies and crib gave way to a toddler bed and life size wall stickers of Cinderella, Snow white and Tinkerbell. The last version of her bedroom was just before we moved. She was getting older and she helped me decorate. We painted the walls a sky blue. We appointed the walls with oversized flowers and a flock of 3-D butteries that looked so real. The new peel and stick banner above her bed read, "Be Your Own Beautiful". I loved her room in all those early renditions. In the new house, my daughter's room is more spacious. There are fewer decorations and no real theme. The floor is strewn with sneakers and volleyball gear. The closet is overstuffed with sweatshirts. The vanity is overflowing with a wide array of products in colorful bottles and jars. This room, even though its missing its Princesses and butterflies, has played host to team sleepovers, from where I've heard ceaseless giggles and laughter. Its been the space where her friends gathered to get ready for dances and homecomings. Its the place where I find her diligently working on homework at her desk, and where she cuddles in bed with her dog. Its the room where she is too quickly growing and becoming more herself every day. It is her safest space. I think perhaps that's why it is my absolute favorite room. |
| "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 2556 May 19, 2025 Prompt: Summer what do you think about the summer season, and/or how would you personify summer in a story or poem? She flowed into the space, the scent of fresh cut lilacs trailing in her wake. I watched her connect to the audience as she moved through them like chords of light, reaching out with her wide smile and those sparkling ocean eyes. Her voice was birdsong and her lush green robes moved about her like a morning breeze. She was air and light and she moved through the room weaving a floral carpet full of bright color every where she went. "Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3841 May 19 Begin your entry with It rained last night.... It rained last night, and carpet of grass was damp and steaming in the morning sun. The big yellow hibiscus looked grateful for the reprieve from days of prolonged sun. Its large, mango blossoms were fully open, revealing their carmine-colored centers like a risque secret. Hattie side-stepped a large puddle and, forgoing the water-logged cushions, rested her coffee cup on the deck rail and leaned against it with one satin-clad hip. Last night she has listened to the world as it was drowning, only to wake to it shaking off the swollen raindrops and rising again like a phoenix. |
| "Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3820 April 28 Write about April Showers and May Flowers This past weekend we were treated to some April showers. It rained most of the day but it was the kind of rain that the Earth soaks up quickly. Sunday morning the sun was back and I noticed for the first time this season, that the trees were beginning to turn green. There were lush green buds and all the tulips were starting to open. In another week or two, all the azaleas will blossom and those hot pinks and bright whites will be a pop of color before they fade back to green as summer begins to crank up. There is something I have always loved about Spring, that slow burn awakening of the world. "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 2535 April 28th, 2025 Prompt: “But, if you have nothing at all to create, then perhaps you create yourself.” C.G. Jung What does this quote mean to you and do you agree with Jung that we create ourselves? I've never been a big Jung follower, so I'm already not connecting with the quote in any significant way. Sometimes the blog prompts are harder to work with but those are the ones that made me work a little harder. Inspiration comes easily, and sometimes you need to create it for yourself. I supposed then I would agree with Jung's words. Admittedly I'm not in a grat frame of mind to write this morning. My head is pounding, I'm self-analyzing myself too much when I know I should be more patient. I'm internalizing stressors and the prompts this morning are not enough of the welcome distraction I needed. There is too much competition in my head to be creating anything of much value. I need to get outside today, give myself a break. |
| "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 2531 April 24, 2025 Prompt: Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves." Write about this quote in you Blog entry today. The quote makes several bold generalizations, at least in my opinion. First, who's to say that only women need solitude to find themselves again? There could be men that seek solitude to reconnect with their inner self. I know several coworkers who regularly take themselves on solo hunting or fishing trips to get away and reset themselves mentally. Secondly, I think some women could find the true essence of themselves as easily on an isolated mountaintop as they could at a crowded event like Burning Man or some weekend long music festival. The words read a bit dated to me. Today, there are multiple means and venue to achieve self-awareness or to do a mental cleanse that do not involve isolation. For me, I do not require solitude as much as a particular setting. When I need to reconnect with my truest self, I am either doing that at a keyboard and monitor, writing or I am out in the world, appreciating the beauty in my favorite places. I rarely am alone when I am doing either of those things. How we all mentally reconnect is extremely subjective and individualized. Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3816 April 24th, 2025 Have fun with these words: Manifest, abhor, detour, originality, community, and the drive-in {movie setting) The town hall feels stuffy and oppressive even in these early evening hours. Natalie shifts uncomfortably in the folding chair, and she feels the exposed skin on her thighs stick to the metal. She hears the impatient rustle of the people behind her, the group with the posterboard signs with messages scrawled in angry red ink that read, "not in our community" and "save our fur babies". Natalie clutches the linen folder to her lap and glances up at the town council members who have begun filing in and taking their seats in the front. The chairman announces the agenda, and Natalie is dismayed, but not surprised, that she is going after the mob filing the seats behind her. She lets her mind take a brief detour. After a few minutes of council housekeeping, the floor is opened and the "Save our shelter" group spits forth a representative. She is an intimidating figure, tall and broad with a head of unruly, wire gray curls. Her eyes seem to spark when she takes her place at the podium. She launches directly into her speech, not even taking a moment to detour through any introduction or pleasantries. For the last twenty years, our community has been served by dog pound. That dog pound has admittedly seen better days. The speaker embarks on a long list of citations, violations and failures on the part of the town to provide adequate upkeep. It has fallen into a state of disrepair that the only course of action, according to the Save our Shelter group, is to build a multi-million dollar facility on the grounds of a defunct drive-in movie theater in the center of town. The women proceeds to rattle off all the ways in which a new, state of the art shelter would "improve the life of our community pets". Natalie thinks about her own dogs, who live a cozy and highly cushy lifestyle and would benefit not a single, solitary bit from a 4 million dollar building designed to house stray dogs and cats. She gives the woman points for originality though, because she sees a lot of nodding heads around the room. The woman finishes her impassioned speech and returns to her seat which her co-organizers cheer and pump their signs up and down in appreciation. Natalie hears her name called. She raises to her feet, deliberately standing through her spine as if to manifest the tallest stature possible. She steps towards the front of the room, clutching her proposal to her chest. The proposal to protect and reforest the old drive-in property as free and open space for the community, that same parcel earmarked for the new animal shelter. Natalie looks at the crowd before her, adorned with t shirts emblazoned with dog paws and wagging dog tongues and wonders if these animal lovers will rip her to pieces when they learn what she has to say. |
| Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 2529 April 22, 2025 Prompt: Fears and Courage “Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others.” Robert Louis Stevenson Is it always wise to keep fears to ourselves or should we boast about our courage? What would pros and cons be in both these cases?? Coming back from break is always daunting, but especially coming back to a work schedule filled with tense meetings and messy scenarios I have to make sense of. Taking a break over lunch to tackle a few prompts actually brings me a measure of relief, even though its a prompt featuring fears. Let's face it, there seems to be a lot more to be fearful of these days. Where I had hoped for balance and stability, it seems we have uncertainty and volatility. The mainstream media seems to oscillate from one fear-mongering headline to the next and my normally independent resources seem more confused and dismayed than I'd like to admit. In general I try to mitigate my fears for my daughter's sake - especially if they are fears based on situations I can not control like the stock market reactivity or political discontent. I don't see the value in seeding that kind of fear in her. I'd rather she focus on overcoming the fears she can control, like being scared of giving blood or having to deal with medical tests. I want her to discover her courage in the face of those things, and in the space she makes for herself when she moves past those fears. I think most people tend to keep their fears to themselves, and still, I don't know too many people that would boast about their courage either. I think it you are boasting about how brave you are, you are likely trying to convince yourself more than others. Those who are quietly courageous are more sincere maybe. "Blogging Circle of Friends " Day 3814 April 22nd, 2025 What's the best advice a teacher gave you? Did you listen or disregard it? I had, for the most part, great teachers. I had an English teacher in elementary school that encouraged me to pursue writing. She dragged me up out of my seat and to the front of the class to read something I wrote. She told my parents that I was "gifted". She told me to just keep writing, to never stop writing about every little thing. I had a history teacher in high school that was so passionate about what he taught that he had the entire class engaged. He told us, "history is happening all around us, everyday" and reminded us to "look for those key moments". I had a creative writing teacher, Wally Lamb, who learned his first book 'She's Come Undone", had made Oprah's list one day just before he started class. He told us to always "write what we know". Even in my fictional pieces, there are pieces of me and of the things I know to be true and it keeps me credible, it keeps me honest in the craft. I had a professor in college tell me that the path I was on, was not for me. He saw something in me that I hadn't yet realized for myself. I credit him with the most impactful insight of all. The advice reversed the course of my life. Looking back, he had been 100% right. Teaching is one of the last truly noble professions. It takes courage, it takes dedication and compassion. It takes an iron will and a good heart. A good teacher can make a world of difference in someone's life. |
| Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3803 April 10, 2025 On this day in 1912 the RMS Titanic embarked on its maiden voyage, which ended in tragedy several days later when the luxury liner struck an iceberg and sank. What do you remember most about this story in history? Like most people, I remember covering the sinking of the Titanic in school but it wasn't until I watched the movie, that the real impact was made. There was always something morbidly fascinating about the tragedy but seeing it play out on the big screen was riveting. Though the movie was centered around a fictional couple, their story was build on the foundations of truths, truths about the class divisions, the imbalance of opulence verses poverty and how fear can breed both cowards and heroes in equal measure. I loved the scenes were you saw the ruins of the ship on the sea floor interspersed with the ship as depicted in 'life'. The way bits of history were woven in, like the band continuing to play as the ship sank, or the introduction of real people from the voyage interacting with those fictional characters. I was always struck by how needless it all was that all those people had to die, that there were not better measures in place I always believe it spoke volumes about the arrogance of humans - building something they claimed was unsinkable only to be taken out by something like an iceberg, natural-forged and unforgiving. Blog City Day 2517 April 10, 2025 Prompt: "Many go fishing all their lives without know that it is not fish they are after." Henry David Thoreau Write about this quote in your Blog entry today. This quote reminds me of a friend who used to love to fish. It brought him such joy and peace. He was a really bad alcoholic and sometimes I believe fishing was the only thing that quell his demons for a time. He was always sober, always himself with a rod in his hand. I remember so many nights watching him in the waves, with this heavy surf rod. He loved to go to the beach at night, and would be out there for hours, casting in the moonlight, a wide grin on his boyish face. Whenever he'd catch something, he call me over to see it. Sometimes it was a jack or mackerel, sometimes flounder. it never mattered what he caught, they'd all go back. After a few minutes marveling over his catch, he'd kiss it and gently toss it back. Those nights, it was so easy to love him. He was in his element, his heart was at peace. It seemed the only place he knew he was safe from the monstrous thing inside him. That monster eventually killed him but those memories I have of him fishing are the ones I keep close to my heart. Its how I like to remember him most always...my giant man-boy, standing in the waves, smiling and full of joy. |
| Blog City Day 2516 April 9, 2025 Prompt: Holding the ocean back with a broom. Write about this quote today as this applies to life and the problems we face. I have taken an usually long hiatus from writing. I have gone through periods of inactivity before but it seems that I have gone almost 6 months without writing anything outside press releases and work emails. I have always believed that writing is one of the ways I process and seek balance in my life and this notable absence in pursuit of that craft, has taken a mental toll. I have told myself that I am too busy, that there is too much I have to deal with to slow down and make the time. I have repeatedly silenced the internal narrator in my head. The truth is that I have gone to long without allowing my muse to use her voice. I have entrenched myself in the mire of stress and responsibilities of working life and I have sacrificed a part of myself, I have reduced myself in some critical way. Attempting to start again this morning, giving myself the time and the space to open up, feels a lot like holding the ocean back with a broom. Its not knowing where to begin and needing to tell it all to myself at once. I feel the need to check in with myself and the writer I have allowed to languish in the shadows of my overcrowded mind. My ocean is a tide of conflicting facts and emotions. I am a woman struggling with the onset of middle age, the grace and the challenges that come with that age-ful distinction. I am a mother to a teenage daughter who's blossoming youth and ever-growing beauty both fills my heart with joy and simultaneously reminds me how far I have moved away from those things myself. I am a hard working career woman who has finally achieved a position of power and authority in my company, but sometimes the knowledge that I am responsible for all the families attached to the company makes it hard for me to breathe. And while I believe I make every decision from a place of pride and love for what we've built together, it never stops me from second-guessing myself - even if I do it in the wee hours of the morning where no one can see my doubt and fear that I am good enough to led them. I am a wife, who finally feels like I can plan a forever with a man who has proven himself to be good, gentle and safe. I am also the person who can still be triggered into remembering the dark corners of my past, where old wounds still ache and wagons wait to be circled around my fledgling, fearful heart. I am a writer. I am still a writer, and the sound of my tapping keys will always bring me home. - Blogging Circle of Friends Day 3802 April 9th, 2025 “Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe.” ― Frederick Douglass Sounds familiar doesn't it? Your thoughts on this quote. Your thoughts on what's happening in the US. I have a dear friend who is very concerned about the current state of affairs. We recently connected and I was really affected by how agitated and legitimately afraid she was for her friends, her loved ones and her own future. We have somewhat different views on politics. Though I tend to be a bit more conservative in my political views, I am also a registered independent who finds more middle ground on most of the politically charged issues. Where she is drawn to marches and demonstrations, I am opt to avoid activism in public forums. I don't like crowds, and I seek more private, individual ways to both protest and support the issues that matter to me. I respect that for some, like my friend, those demonstrations feel like something they can do in a world, and in a time, when they feel isolated and unheard. I also understand there are many people now who feel oppressed and degraded. As time goes on, even I am starting to lose faith in the image of a strong and unified country. Learning to drive a boat is a tricky skill. Most are not as responsive as a car so when you steer, you have to anticipate what it will do. Sometimes, small movements of the wheel are best to stay on course. If you react too much, you can over correct and the boat ends up too far to the right or the left. It takes practice to anticipate the movement correctly so that those large swings in direction can be avoided. Like a big, beautiful boat, I believe that the country needed some correction. In many ways, we had reached a tipping point and had veered too far off course. I had hoped for a leader who would anticipate the moves correctly to get us back on track and to get us re-balanced. I fear more and more that what I am seeing instead, is just another severe over-correction. |
| Age 14th – A Beautiful New Chapter Advances Jaden started high school this year at age 14th. She elected to attend our local town school, and at first, I questioned her motivations for passing up her slot at the beautiful, modern, technical high school she had first applied to. I worried she was making the decision for the wrong reasons, to remain close to her middle school boyfriend or because she doubted her ability to keep up with the accelerated academics during the abbreviated schedule inn between the trade instruction. After her 8th grade counselor reached out, I began to understand that her reasons were more closely tied to something else entirely. Sure, she insisted that she was interested in pursuing education and most certainly, a more traditional pathway would give her a better opportunity to move on to college. However, it was the way she talked about wanting to stay in her town that began to convince me this was a decision she was making with both her head and her heart. She is just starting her second trimester now as a freshman. After these first three months, I can admit with absolutely certainty that our daughter made the right call. She has made us so proud with the way she has put her academics first, finding the balance between taking on a sport and staying on top of her schoolwork. She has managed her time and her commitments with a maturity that has impressed me. Her grades have been outstanding. She has thrived in the independence-inducing environment of high school. I have been repeatedly impressed with her willingness to take on challenges and self-advocate when she needs to. One of the requirements I insisted on was that she go out for a sport in high school. The benefits of belonging to any team are countless. Even I had not expected that she would find a new passion for volleyball, and not to mention, the kinds of friends that fill my heart with joy. She has been drawn to the natural camaraderie built into the sport, and the team has become a new kind of home for her, a community within a community, which has been wonderful to watch. She has worked hard her freshman season, getting better with every match and defining herself as the best kind of athlete and teammate…loyal, dedicated, encouraging, coachable and determined. She has battered the siding on the house with her endless practicing, but I have grown to love the sound of her peppering in the driveway and the satisfying “thwack’” when one of her practices serves hits the mark. I have loved the times our house has been filled with girl ballers, enthusiastically playing on their knees in our living room or making sundaes in our kitchen. I will never forget the moment I found them all, 8 or 9 girls, gathered around on her bed, animated and laughing. Jaden looked so happy, like she was exactly where she was supposed to be at this time in her young life. I backed out of the room before I could be overcome by my own happy tears. My beautiful, reserved daughter has struggled with navigating friendships. She had been hurt and disappointed in the past, and I feared it would leave her guarded. For a while, she had floundered, seemingly lost. I know she struggled with loneliness. She made choices to be by herself, rather than be someone’s second or third choice, and that had exposed her to feeling isolated and alone for a long time. By the time she graduated from middle school, she had found better footing, and we both had looked at high school with hope for a fresh start. Watching her with her teammates, I see that hope reflected back at me in her smile and in the animated way she talks about school. She smiles a lot now; on the court, on the sidelines, in the stands and in the concession line at football games, in the back of my car sandwiched between her friends. I labor under no illusions that high school will be a cake walk. It will bring challenges; it will be harder at times than anything she’s done before. I worry all the time about her, but I’ve also learned, she’s stronger than I give her credit for sometimes. She’s growing every day into her own person, building a landscape for herself of things she loves, things she won’t accept or tolerate, things she thinks are worth waiting for, and things she wants for herself and the kind of people she wants in her life. For me, I am thoroughly enjoying age 14. I love being a volleyball mom, a high school booster, getting to experience her with her friends. I loved the excitement of her first homecoming. I love the way she is discovering herself each day, defining herself and what it means to be a high schooler. I’m excited for her at every moment, and I want her fully live in this time without holding back. We recently did a stint working concessions at a home football game. It seemed that half the town was in attendance, and I experienced first-hand, the feeling of belonging to a place, not just the town, but the community. I think that was what my daughter had been looking for all along. I believe she feels that she belongs here, and that’s a wonderful thing. At 14, she is still very much a typical teenager. She prefers to spend time in her room. We have to coerce and drag her to things. She is moody and not always forthcoming in details about what’s going on in her life. She doesn’t like when I nag her, or when her Dad tells her she’s got an attitude. The fleeting moments of voluntary affection are few and far between. However random, the times she launches into conversation, or peppers me with sincere questions or graces me with her undivided attention, are moments to be treasured. They are memories to be savored and squirreled away, a growing body of evidence that we are doing a good job with raising our young human. I love my daughter unconditionally, but I am truly enjoying her at this stage..something that both surprises me and gives me great and remarkable joy. |
| "Blogging Circle of Friends " Open in new Window. Day 3656 November 7, 2024 We're all going to pass at some point in time, which piece of your own writing would you like to be remembered by/with. If not a piece of writing what other remembrance would you choose? I remember when I found out I was expecting, I had a lot of questions. I discovered that far too often, the answers were "I don't really remember", whenever I queried other women about their pregnancy journey or questions about their child's developments. I promised myself that I would try my best to document my experiences of carrying my daughter, her birth and all the various milestones and cornerstone memories as she aged. For the most part, I have at least one entry/blog reflecting on each year of her life since her birth. My plan is to compile them into a book for her one day, so she will have my testimony of what it was like to be her mother and be part of her life's journey. From time to time, I reread them. I believe they are a gift to myself, as much as for her. I get to relive all my most precious memories of this life with her - the challenging years and the beautiful moments. Those entries are the writings I would most like to be remembered for. "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Open in new Window. Day 2378 November 7, 2024 Prompt: "Patience is learned through waiting. " Eyen A. Gardner Write about this in your Blog entry. I am not good at patience. It is not a virtue I would ever claim to possess. I agree with the quote in the sense that sometimes, when given no choice but to wait, we discover we have more patience then we might think we have. It is uncomfortable to wait on someone else, to not have the control over the pace and march of time. |
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