Even a topic as simple as simple is is kind of giving me a challenge today. Didn't write anything yesterday, partially due to us still recuperating and partially due to cleaning/disinfecting and baby showering all day long. Off again today because my sitter is sick now. It's nasty and apparently incredibly contagious. Here's my attempt at writing for simple:
Sometimes even the incredibly simple things can be taken for granted when they go away. Simplicity is overlooked and under recognized. People wish for the simpler days. Remember when a bucket full of bouncy balls and a bubble machine could bring you pure joy? No? They could, just watch a toddler. And that simplicity is something that you miss, deep down, That's why we try so hard to find happiness in any escape we can, when really all we need to do is figure out how to make a bucket of bouncy balls and a bubble machine fun again. I think my solution was having kids, but that's not for everyone. Having kids has made my life infinitely more difficult but has also brought back those moments of simple joy. What does that for you?
Showing posts with label 30 day writing challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 30 day writing challenge. Show all posts
Monday, February 6, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
30 day writing challenge: Cat, Day 2
Open one eye. Open both eyes. Oh, girl is awake? Is girl awake? Better go check. Probably can tell by sitting on top of her and meowing. Wait, now I'm on the floor...maybe she isn't awake? I'd better check again. I should walk all over her. I will. Meow, merrrrrou? Yup, she's awake. Pet me girl! Pet me. Oh, yeah, right behind the ears like that. Ahhhhhhhh.....yeah.......
Wait. WAIT!!!! Why did girl stop petting me? Come back girl. I'll make you pet me. Stop pushing me away. Pet me pet me pet me pet me pet me pet me! Oh, she's gone. Maybe I'll stare out the window for a while and watch if she will come back to pet me. Hey, is that a bird? That's a bird. Wait, no, that's not a bird. Is that a bird? No.
Hmm....sleepy....time for a nap. Now hungry. Time for food. Sleepy. Time for nap. Time to watch for squirrels. Oh, squirrel! Come here squirrel! Come here! I'll get you. Is that a mouse on the floor? I'd better check it out, but first I'd better stalk it for a while. Nope, just a rubber band. But...it might be a mouse in disguise, tricky mice. I'd better stalk it again. And....pounce. KILL KILL KILL!!!!! Killer ninja cat in the house, protecting everyone from dangerous mice! No, still just a rubber band.
Is girl home yet? I want to be petted.
Wait. WAIT!!!! Why did girl stop petting me? Come back girl. I'll make you pet me. Stop pushing me away. Pet me pet me pet me pet me pet me pet me! Oh, she's gone. Maybe I'll stare out the window for a while and watch if she will come back to pet me. Hey, is that a bird? That's a bird. Wait, no, that's not a bird. Is that a bird? No.
Hmm....sleepy....time for a nap. Now hungry. Time for food. Sleepy. Time for nap. Time to watch for squirrels. Oh, squirrel! Come here squirrel! Come here! I'll get you. Is that a mouse on the floor? I'd better check it out, but first I'd better stalk it for a while. Nope, just a rubber band. But...it might be a mouse in disguise, tricky mice. I'd better stalk it again. And....pounce. KILL KILL KILL!!!!! Killer ninja cat in the house, protecting everyone from dangerous mice! No, still just a rubber band.
Is girl home yet? I want to be petted.
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Thursday, February 2, 2012
30 day writing challenge. Day 1: Hand of Fate
The birth of my brother was a defining moment in my life. I think I would not be the person I am today if he had never been born, or if he had been born at a different time in my life. The kind, loving, nurturing person I am proud to be is because he was in my life, anchoring me during the hardest times in my life and giving me a purpose and reason to be strong and reliable and giving me the strong sense of family that I have. I feel that, without my brother in my life, I would have ended up on a different path of self degeneracy. I might have (probably would have) given up on a lot of my dreams and aspirations due to the hard times I lived through as a child and ended up being a broken shell of what I am today. I am eternally grateful (even when I'm annoyed at him) that he is in my life and that we have the relationship that we do. I know this comes off as cheesy and sappy but it's the truth and I feel that, if I did believe in fate, that the hand of fate has put him into my life to make me who I am today. And I'm proud of that.
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