Being a born and raised American from a small town in the state of Wisconsin, also having a mother with a medical background and having one myself, I put a lot of faith in the medical field over the years. Well, lately, my faith in them has been slowly dwindling into nothingness.
Here's why: I have been told for years that the reason I have so much back and leg pain is because my spine is twisted funny to the right in one spot low in my lumbar spine and then again just below that it twists funny to the left. This has supposedly been causing mass amounts of pressure on my sciatic nerves that run to my legs but primarily on the right. I have been told this for over 8 years.
Well guess what? That's not what my problem is. That's not what's causing my pain. In fact, the odd twist in my spine isn't even as bad as they made it sound. It's nothing that my regular chiropractic care won't eventually get rid of and has immensely improved over the last four years. And yet, as the twists have straightened out my back pain has increased.
I have been informed recently that I have a synovial cyst pressing against my right sciatic nerve root at my L4-L5 junction. This is causing daily excruciating pain, terrible numbness, tingling and burning and a newer symptom of uncontrollable muscle spasms in my big thigh muscles.
I have done all other options to reduce the swelling of this cyst and to help maintain the pain and nothing is working. In fact, the last set of steroid injections I received made my leg pain ten times worse. So I have to face the absolute last resort to get rid of this constant pain...surgery.
I see a neurosurgeon at the end of this month for a consultation to find out what exactly they're going to be doing and if I'm going to need a spinal fusion on top of removal of the cyst.
Frankly, ladies and gentleman, I am scared. I'm scared out. of. my. mind.
On top of the daily grind and the extra doctor appointments, I'm also trying to plan a move. All of this stress, all of this anxiety I have going on in my mind is making me beyond tense. My shoulders and neck are so sore from the tension. It's unbelievable.
I need an escape, a vacation. Something. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
The Pledge of Allegiance Should Be Just That
The Pledge of Allegiance. It amazes me how something can be so controversial and how so many people can have varying views and opinions and even definitions of it when most of the time, the ones with such adamant opinions of it don't even know the entire history of the pledge. .
The Pledge of Allegiance was originally written in 1892 by Frances Bellamy, a baptist minister and a Christian Socialist. His original Pledge of Allegiance read like this: "I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all".
The original pledge was written and put into a Christian youth magazine to help instill a sense of patriotism in our nation's children and was actually a promotional stunt to help grow flag sales and sales of the magazine it was put in called The Youth's Companion.
Later on, in 1923 the words "my Flag" were changed to "the Flag of the United States" and the words "of America" were added at the end one year later in 1924. It was officially recognized by congress in this form "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all" on June 22nd, 1942.
Years later, The Knights of Columbus were noted to have added "under God" in 1951. With the help of president Eisenhower and congress the words "under God" were officially added into the Pledge of Allegiance on June 14th, 1954. Which brings us to the current Pledge of Allegiance which reads: "I pledge allegiance, to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
So there's the history of it. Now let's discuss why so many people are offended when someone refuses to say "under God" or even stand up for the pledge.
In my personal opinion,if someone doesn't wish to say the pledge at the beginning of the school day or whenever it may be said, it doesn't mean they aren't patriotic, it doesn't mean they're a terrorist, it doesn't mean they hate America. To me, it means they don't want to show their patriotism in such a way. It could also mean they don't want to repeat the pledge because of the "under God" portion since they don't believe in God.
Let me ask you this, is it really so wrong that someone who doesn't believe in God doesn't repeat the Pledge of Allegiance since it interferes with their religious beliefs?
Wasn't our country founded by a group of people who were tired of religious prosecution so they came to America for religious freedom?
This post came about because I read a post on facebook about a young man who was in school and reciting the Pledge but his classmate was not. When he asked his classmate why he wasn't reciting the pledge the classmate responded by saying he did not believe in God. The young man, a noted Christian, then punched his classmate in the face. The young man was suspended for three days and thought that it was completely unnecessary for his school to discipline him in such a way.
I'm sorry, but isn't our country all about tolerance of other cultures and religions? Aren't we called the Melting Pot of the world?
No one should be physically assaulted simply because they don't believe in the same deity as you. No one should be afraid to state their religious beliefs for fear of being punched in the face. Especially, in school.
This is a touchy topic for me, personally, because I've been a practicing Pagan for the past 17 years. In high school I was not only criticized but also ridiculed for not wanting to recite the pledge at the beginning of the day because I did not believe in God.
No child should be put through that. And if you ask me, the "under God" portion should be removed, especially with today's variety of religions and religious beliefs in our public schools. It's as though our government is asking all of our children to conform to their beliefs by reciting the pledge as it's written today and that's just not right.
Freedom of speech. Freedom of religion. Acceptance of your fellow man regardless of religious or political views. Those are the things our children should be taught at the beginning of the day.
Now don't misunderstand. I love my country. I love the freedom I'm given, the freedom our fellow Americans fight for us to have every day.
What I don't love about my country is how religious and political prosecution still run rampant. We're in the 21st century folks. Don't you think these things should be far behind us and that we should learn to at least accept our fellow human beings regardless of what their beliefs are?
I'm not talking about a Utopian society, I just want to be able to walk down the street or go to the store and not be ridiculed or looked at funny or talked about behind my back all because I don't believe in the same god as those doing the talking and giving the funny looks.
I want my girls to grow up in a world where being a Pagan doesn't make you "weird" or "a hippie". I want them to be accepted just like every other human being in our nation should be.
Is that really too much to ask? I don't think so. Changes need to be made and soon, before another child gets punched in the face for being different.
The Pledge of Allegiance was originally written in 1892 by Frances Bellamy, a baptist minister and a Christian Socialist. His original Pledge of Allegiance read like this: "I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all".
The original pledge was written and put into a Christian youth magazine to help instill a sense of patriotism in our nation's children and was actually a promotional stunt to help grow flag sales and sales of the magazine it was put in called The Youth's Companion.
Later on, in 1923 the words "my Flag" were changed to "the Flag of the United States" and the words "of America" were added at the end one year later in 1924. It was officially recognized by congress in this form "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation indivisible, with liberty and justice for all" on June 22nd, 1942.
Years later, The Knights of Columbus were noted to have added "under God" in 1951. With the help of president Eisenhower and congress the words "under God" were officially added into the Pledge of Allegiance on June 14th, 1954. Which brings us to the current Pledge of Allegiance which reads: "I pledge allegiance, to the flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."
So there's the history of it. Now let's discuss why so many people are offended when someone refuses to say "under God" or even stand up for the pledge.
In my personal opinion,if someone doesn't wish to say the pledge at the beginning of the school day or whenever it may be said, it doesn't mean they aren't patriotic, it doesn't mean they're a terrorist, it doesn't mean they hate America. To me, it means they don't want to show their patriotism in such a way. It could also mean they don't want to repeat the pledge because of the "under God" portion since they don't believe in God.
Let me ask you this, is it really so wrong that someone who doesn't believe in God doesn't repeat the Pledge of Allegiance since it interferes with their religious beliefs?
Wasn't our country founded by a group of people who were tired of religious prosecution so they came to America for religious freedom?
This post came about because I read a post on facebook about a young man who was in school and reciting the Pledge but his classmate was not. When he asked his classmate why he wasn't reciting the pledge the classmate responded by saying he did not believe in God. The young man, a noted Christian, then punched his classmate in the face. The young man was suspended for three days and thought that it was completely unnecessary for his school to discipline him in such a way.
I'm sorry, but isn't our country all about tolerance of other cultures and religions? Aren't we called the Melting Pot of the world?
No one should be physically assaulted simply because they don't believe in the same deity as you. No one should be afraid to state their religious beliefs for fear of being punched in the face. Especially, in school.
This is a touchy topic for me, personally, because I've been a practicing Pagan for the past 17 years. In high school I was not only criticized but also ridiculed for not wanting to recite the pledge at the beginning of the day because I did not believe in God.
No child should be put through that. And if you ask me, the "under God" portion should be removed, especially with today's variety of religions and religious beliefs in our public schools. It's as though our government is asking all of our children to conform to their beliefs by reciting the pledge as it's written today and that's just not right.
Freedom of speech. Freedom of religion. Acceptance of your fellow man regardless of religious or political views. Those are the things our children should be taught at the beginning of the day.
Now don't misunderstand. I love my country. I love the freedom I'm given, the freedom our fellow Americans fight for us to have every day.
What I don't love about my country is how religious and political prosecution still run rampant. We're in the 21st century folks. Don't you think these things should be far behind us and that we should learn to at least accept our fellow human beings regardless of what their beliefs are?
I'm not talking about a Utopian society, I just want to be able to walk down the street or go to the store and not be ridiculed or looked at funny or talked about behind my back all because I don't believe in the same god as those doing the talking and giving the funny looks.
I want my girls to grow up in a world where being a Pagan doesn't make you "weird" or "a hippie". I want them to be accepted just like every other human being in our nation should be.
Is that really too much to ask? I don't think so. Changes need to be made and soon, before another child gets punched in the face for being different.
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
When A Side Effect Is More Than Just A Side Effect
I'm bipolar, we all know this. It is extremely hard for me to control my mood swings and my temper because of this. So my hubs and I sometimes get into wicked arguments about things that are just pointless to argue about.
This morning was a huge for instance of this. A fight over a dish. Yep, that's right. A dish that I put in the sink and it clanked against another dish making a loud noise so my hubs assumed I threw it in the sink out of anger.
Yes, I was angry but not so much that I threw said dish.
Well, one misunderstanding turned into another and I started yelling because he started yelling which woke up my mother and she got pissed and it all got out of hand.
All, over a dish.
Do you have any idea how frustrating it is to not be able to control your emotions?
You just swing into a mood and there is almost nothing you can do about it but ride it out and wait for your sanity to come back.
It makes you hate yourself, makes you think it's always your fault that you're arguing with the one you love with every fiber of your being. It hurts deep down, deep in your soul.
And the reason I titled this post the way I did is because one of the side effects of my bipolar medication is irritability and lack of ability to control your anger outbursts.
Effin wonderful, right? Either I am beyond insane from mood swings or I'm irritable and there's nothing I can do about it.
So when is a side effect more than just a side effect?
When it starts to interfere with your personal relationships, is what I say.
So tomorrow I'm making an appointment with my psychiatrist and we're going to figure this shit out because I can't continue to hurt the ones I love like this. Not anymore.
There has to be something he can do, if not, I'm totally screwed.
Wish me luck.
I Don't Always Like You But I'll Always Love You
This post is brought about by an argument my husband and I had, are having, whatever you want to call it. I don't know.
Let's get down to the point. You can love someone and not like them at the same time.
For instance, I will always, always love my husband. ALWAYS. Our phrase we use with each other when we're talking all mushy gushy is "forever and always".
I will forever love this man and always will. However, I sometimes don't like him.
For instance, when he's being extra snarky and I just want a decent response from him I don't like him. Not one bit. I don't need snarky remarks when I'm trying to get something done and he's all about pushing my buttons and making jokes. That's just one for instance.
And it's OKAY to feel this way. You don't always have to like the person you love. You don't always have to like what they do or say. That's the beauty of being in a relationship with someone you love. It's about compromise.
Because life isn't perfect. Love isn't perfect. Nothing in life or on this planet is perfect and you don't always like the same things as everyone else. That's what makes you, you.
You have different interests than your best friend of some odd years but you DO share some of the same interests and that's what keeps you together.
Another for instance, my bestie of 20 years now is a huge D&B, Trance and Techno music fan. Now I'll admit, I do have a fondness for some of it but I don't usually like it. What I do like is heavy metal, rock, dubstep, goth rock and a little bit of alternative music. This doesn't mean I don't still LOVE my bestie. Hell, we've known each other for 20 years! Of course we still love each other!
But I don't always like her. She makes poor decisions sometimes, hell, who doesn't? She has a fondness for candy raisins (ewwww). She sometimes gets into situations that I couldn't imagine how. And I don't like those things about her but, again, I still love her.
My daughters, I don't like them when they're screaming because I took away the toy they've thrown across the room for the umpteenth time but I will forever love them.
I hope I'm getting my point across. You can love someone and not always like them or the things they do. And that's okay.
So don't beat yourself up the next time you see your husband feeding your daughters chocolate cake for breakfast and you realize you don't like him at that moment because at the end of the day, you still snuggle up by his side and kiss him goodnight and tell him the same thing, every night.
I love you, forever and always.
Let's get down to the point. You can love someone and not like them at the same time.
For instance, I will always, always love my husband. ALWAYS. Our phrase we use with each other when we're talking all mushy gushy is "forever and always".
I will forever love this man and always will. However, I sometimes don't like him.
For instance, when he's being extra snarky and I just want a decent response from him I don't like him. Not one bit. I don't need snarky remarks when I'm trying to get something done and he's all about pushing my buttons and making jokes. That's just one for instance.
And it's OKAY to feel this way. You don't always have to like the person you love. You don't always have to like what they do or say. That's the beauty of being in a relationship with someone you love. It's about compromise.
Because life isn't perfect. Love isn't perfect. Nothing in life or on this planet is perfect and you don't always like the same things as everyone else. That's what makes you, you.
You have different interests than your best friend of some odd years but you DO share some of the same interests and that's what keeps you together.
Another for instance, my bestie of 20 years now is a huge D&B, Trance and Techno music fan. Now I'll admit, I do have a fondness for some of it but I don't usually like it. What I do like is heavy metal, rock, dubstep, goth rock and a little bit of alternative music. This doesn't mean I don't still LOVE my bestie. Hell, we've known each other for 20 years! Of course we still love each other!
But I don't always like her. She makes poor decisions sometimes, hell, who doesn't? She has a fondness for candy raisins (ewwww). She sometimes gets into situations that I couldn't imagine how. And I don't like those things about her but, again, I still love her.
My daughters, I don't like them when they're screaming because I took away the toy they've thrown across the room for the umpteenth time but I will forever love them.
I hope I'm getting my point across. You can love someone and not always like them or the things they do. And that's okay.
So don't beat yourself up the next time you see your husband feeding your daughters chocolate cake for breakfast and you realize you don't like him at that moment because at the end of the day, you still snuggle up by his side and kiss him goodnight and tell him the same thing, every night.
I love you, forever and always.
Monday, January 20, 2014
The Great Ear Piercing Debate
Alright folks, this has been a topic I've seen rolling through my newsfeeds for weeks now. To pierce your daughters ears or not to, that is the ultimate question.
Some people think piercing a young girls ears is the same pain equivalent as a circumcision for a boy (we'll get into the great circumcision debate later on in a different post). And also the same kind of pushing your beliefs onto your child without their knowledge at such a young age because they can't tell you for themselves whether or not they want it done.
My theory is this: If you want to pierce your child's ears for whatever reason, go ahead and do it but don't be surprised if you get some backlash because not everyone shares your beliefs. Some think it's more torture than anything else and that you're doing it for cosmetic reasons that aren't morally "right".
In some religions, however, ear piercing is just as common as circumcision, if not more so, such as the Hindu culture. They pierce young girls ears and noses for the sake of their religious beliefs. Just like in the Jewish culture circumcision is done because of religious beliefs.
IF you're going to get your young daughter's ears pierced please do me a favor and don't, I repeat, DO NOT take her to the mall and have some young, inexperienced teenage girl do it with a piercing gun.
Piercing guns hurt, they are painful, they pinch and stab and it isn't always quick. Also, it's not always clean. You don't know if they actually cleaned the gun apparatus after the last piercing they did. You don't know how sterile the rest of the equipment they're using is. And from personal experience, they are NOT as gentle as an actual body piercer is.
An article I read earlier today brought about this post. I'll link it up for you right here: http://healthland.time.com/2012/02/07/why-i-took-my-7-year-old-to-a-tattoo-parlor/
I would much prefer that if you are absolutely dead set on getting your young child's ears pierced, get them done by an actual piercing PROFESSIONAL. Someone who does this on a regular everyday basis. Someone who has pierced more skin than the kiosk people in the mall could ever imagine.
Tattoo parlors and piercing parlors are far more clean than you would think. They have very strict health code standards to abide by in order to continue to do business. So if you're seriously going to do this to your child's body then do your research and find a place that has been around for a long time.
Go in on your own at first, talk with the people there, get to know what the process is going to be. Ask questions! Get answers! Just do your homework.
My personal belief, I'll let my girls tell me if and when they want their ears pierced and when or if they do, I'll be taking them to the same piercing parlor I go to for my own piercings. It's just good parenting on my part, in MY opinion, to do things that way rather than put my child through the awful torture I went through at 13 when I finally got MY ears pierced by a madwoman wielding a piercing gun at a mall kiosk.
If nothing else, at least take it into consideration and go through the pros and cons before you jump the gun.
Some people think piercing a young girls ears is the same pain equivalent as a circumcision for a boy (we'll get into the great circumcision debate later on in a different post). And also the same kind of pushing your beliefs onto your child without their knowledge at such a young age because they can't tell you for themselves whether or not they want it done.
My theory is this: If you want to pierce your child's ears for whatever reason, go ahead and do it but don't be surprised if you get some backlash because not everyone shares your beliefs. Some think it's more torture than anything else and that you're doing it for cosmetic reasons that aren't morally "right".
In some religions, however, ear piercing is just as common as circumcision, if not more so, such as the Hindu culture. They pierce young girls ears and noses for the sake of their religious beliefs. Just like in the Jewish culture circumcision is done because of religious beliefs.
IF you're going to get your young daughter's ears pierced please do me a favor and don't, I repeat, DO NOT take her to the mall and have some young, inexperienced teenage girl do it with a piercing gun.
Piercing guns hurt, they are painful, they pinch and stab and it isn't always quick. Also, it's not always clean. You don't know if they actually cleaned the gun apparatus after the last piercing they did. You don't know how sterile the rest of the equipment they're using is. And from personal experience, they are NOT as gentle as an actual body piercer is.
An article I read earlier today brought about this post. I'll link it up for you right here: http://healthland.time.com/2012/02/07/why-i-took-my-7-year-old-to-a-tattoo-parlor/
I would much prefer that if you are absolutely dead set on getting your young child's ears pierced, get them done by an actual piercing PROFESSIONAL. Someone who does this on a regular everyday basis. Someone who has pierced more skin than the kiosk people in the mall could ever imagine.
Tattoo parlors and piercing parlors are far more clean than you would think. They have very strict health code standards to abide by in order to continue to do business. So if you're seriously going to do this to your child's body then do your research and find a place that has been around for a long time.
Go in on your own at first, talk with the people there, get to know what the process is going to be. Ask questions! Get answers! Just do your homework.
My personal belief, I'll let my girls tell me if and when they want their ears pierced and when or if they do, I'll be taking them to the same piercing parlor I go to for my own piercings. It's just good parenting on my part, in MY opinion, to do things that way rather than put my child through the awful torture I went through at 13 when I finally got MY ears pierced by a madwoman wielding a piercing gun at a mall kiosk.
If nothing else, at least take it into consideration and go through the pros and cons before you jump the gun.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
The Reasons I Wake Up Every Morning
Let me tell you a story. A long, long time ago, in a land far away, a woman was living her life filled with depression, doubt, loneliness and sorrow. A fair maiden she was but the knight in shining armor she longed for so desperately seemed endlessly lost.
She would bide her time with books, music, friends, movies, internet research, writing, painting and so much more. Yet there was an emptiness inside her, a whole in her heart that none of those things was filling.
Try as she might she could not lift herself out of her depression and so it worsened and worsened to the point she barely left her humble abode to see the outside world. Everything she could ever need or want was at her fingertips, a click of a key and a package would arrive at her door to bring her what she desired.
But the void remained. Long, lonely nights kept her awake, she developed an aching in her heart. Years went by and her knight was yet to be found. She began to give up hope.
Her hurting went deep, deeper than the knife she used to express her pain through slicing her flesh. A "cutter" they called her. "Depression with manic episodes" they labeled her. "Insomnia" was her demon.
They stuffed pills into her mouth and forced them down her throat until she could no longer feel anything. A walking zombie, no emotion, no affect, no feelings at all.
No laughter erupted from her mouth, no smiles crossed her face, her eyes began to lose their shine.
Then something magical happened. A friend realized her needs. Realized her desires. Her necessity to care for others, others to call her own. Her friend realized that the nights out dancing and drinking, going to movies, babysitting others' children weren't enough for the fair maiden any longer.
She needed her own life, not to live vicariously through the lives of others. No longer could the friend stand to see the dear fair maiden suffer through such internal turmoil.
The friend pushed the fair maiden, pushed and pushed, until finally the fair maiden gave in to her friend's demands.
The friend's demands were simple. The fair maiden was to start actively searching for her Knight instead of waiting for him to find her.
The road was rough, as she knew it would be, she needed guidance, which her friend gladly gave, she needed persuasion, her friend obliged willingly so the fair maiden would see that she was not completely alone.
Then it happened. One cool spring night many moons ago the fair maiden met her Knight. She was timid at first, as was he, but the conversations were long and endless. Infatuation began, slowly it dissolved into lust and after the lust began to fade, love grew in its place.
The fair maiden had found her Knight. Her Knight had found his maiden and together they lived happily for quite some time.
Something amazing happened then, the Knight asked the maiden to marry him, to be his for all eternity and beyond, forever and always. The maiden accepted with giddy excitement.
She had found love, a forever kind of love. The two were blissfully happy for many months. Then the maiden started to feel ill.
The things she used to like and love, no longer satisfied her. She worried she was going back into that dark hole she had worked so hard to crawl out of but the fates had something far more magical and wondrous in store for her.
The maiden became pregnant. The Knight was ecstatic. His chest puffed up with pride. They would have a child together.
Nine long months later, their princess was born. Beautiful as the sunrise, fair haired and skinned with bright blue eyes and curly locks of gold, the princess was their most treasured possession.
Their family was complete.
But once again, the fates had more in store for the Knight and the fair maiden, whom he now referred to as his Queen.
A second child, another blessing from the gods.
The Knight was ecstatic, yet again, and the Queen was elated.
Her heart, she felt it, whole inside her chest. Overflowing with warmth and love and light and reasons to wake up every morning.
The Knight and his Queen had their two little princesses and they've lived happily ever after ever since. Their story is not complete, in fact it has just begun, but now that they have each other, all is right with their world.
THE END
P.S. This is my story. These three people whom I hold so dear are the reason my heart is whole to this day.
They are my reasons to wake up every morning.
She would bide her time with books, music, friends, movies, internet research, writing, painting and so much more. Yet there was an emptiness inside her, a whole in her heart that none of those things was filling.
Try as she might she could not lift herself out of her depression and so it worsened and worsened to the point she barely left her humble abode to see the outside world. Everything she could ever need or want was at her fingertips, a click of a key and a package would arrive at her door to bring her what she desired.
But the void remained. Long, lonely nights kept her awake, she developed an aching in her heart. Years went by and her knight was yet to be found. She began to give up hope.
Her hurting went deep, deeper than the knife she used to express her pain through slicing her flesh. A "cutter" they called her. "Depression with manic episodes" they labeled her. "Insomnia" was her demon.
They stuffed pills into her mouth and forced them down her throat until she could no longer feel anything. A walking zombie, no emotion, no affect, no feelings at all.
No laughter erupted from her mouth, no smiles crossed her face, her eyes began to lose their shine.
Then something magical happened. A friend realized her needs. Realized her desires. Her necessity to care for others, others to call her own. Her friend realized that the nights out dancing and drinking, going to movies, babysitting others' children weren't enough for the fair maiden any longer.
She needed her own life, not to live vicariously through the lives of others. No longer could the friend stand to see the dear fair maiden suffer through such internal turmoil.
The friend pushed the fair maiden, pushed and pushed, until finally the fair maiden gave in to her friend's demands.
The friend's demands were simple. The fair maiden was to start actively searching for her Knight instead of waiting for him to find her.
The road was rough, as she knew it would be, she needed guidance, which her friend gladly gave, she needed persuasion, her friend obliged willingly so the fair maiden would see that she was not completely alone.
Then it happened. One cool spring night many moons ago the fair maiden met her Knight. She was timid at first, as was he, but the conversations were long and endless. Infatuation began, slowly it dissolved into lust and after the lust began to fade, love grew in its place.
The fair maiden had found her Knight. Her Knight had found his maiden and together they lived happily for quite some time.
Something amazing happened then, the Knight asked the maiden to marry him, to be his for all eternity and beyond, forever and always. The maiden accepted with giddy excitement.
She had found love, a forever kind of love. The two were blissfully happy for many months. Then the maiden started to feel ill.
The things she used to like and love, no longer satisfied her. She worried she was going back into that dark hole she had worked so hard to crawl out of but the fates had something far more magical and wondrous in store for her.
The maiden became pregnant. The Knight was ecstatic. His chest puffed up with pride. They would have a child together.
Nine long months later, their princess was born. Beautiful as the sunrise, fair haired and skinned with bright blue eyes and curly locks of gold, the princess was their most treasured possession.
Their family was complete.
But once again, the fates had more in store for the Knight and the fair maiden, whom he now referred to as his Queen.
A second child, another blessing from the gods.
The Knight was ecstatic, yet again, and the Queen was elated.
Her heart, she felt it, whole inside her chest. Overflowing with warmth and love and light and reasons to wake up every morning.
The Knight and his Queen had their two little princesses and they've lived happily ever after ever since. Their story is not complete, in fact it has just begun, but now that they have each other, all is right with their world.
THE END
P.S. This is my story. These three people whom I hold so dear are the reason my heart is whole to this day.
They are my reasons to wake up every morning.
Saturday, January 18, 2014
Time Is Relevant
Has anyone ever pondered what the title of this post means? What does it mean to you? Time is relevant.
We all are slaves to this 24 hour cycle our world revolves around. 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, 60 seconds in a minute, etc. etc.
You can't change it. It's a constant. It never ends, never stops, never goes backwards, always moving forward. Constant.
Your day revolves around it, everyone's day revolves around it. Every single person on this planet has a day that begins and ends with the sunrise and sunset and even if you don't pay attention to the sunrise or sunset your universal clock does and if you regard time by any kind of time keeping piece then you are a slave to the sunrise and sunset just like the rest of us.
Regardless of whether or not you notice the actual physical universal timing, your day begins when you wake up and ends when you go to sleep.
And that cycle continues. It's all about time even if you don't have a watch or other time telling device to refer to. Even then, the sun tells time. If you know how to read it, you'll always know what time it is. And when the sun is down, the moon takes its place and you can tell time that way, too.
If it's a new moon and the moon isn't visible you're SOL I guess.
My point in all this is, we all have a schedule of some sort that relates to time. You wake up to an alarm, you're a victim to time. You have to get to work by a set TIME. You have to have lunch at work at a set TIME.
You have to have meals at a set time if you have certain medical disorders so you need to know what time it is.
Here's the relevant part.
Time is relevant to each individual. Let me explain what relevant means by consulting our fine internet dictionary at dictionary.com:
Relevant
We all are slaves to this 24 hour cycle our world revolves around. 24 hours in a day, 60 minutes in an hour, 60 seconds in a minute, etc. etc.
You can't change it. It's a constant. It never ends, never stops, never goes backwards, always moving forward. Constant.
Your day revolves around it, everyone's day revolves around it. Every single person on this planet has a day that begins and ends with the sunrise and sunset and even if you don't pay attention to the sunrise or sunset your universal clock does and if you regard time by any kind of time keeping piece then you are a slave to the sunrise and sunset just like the rest of us.
Regardless of whether or not you notice the actual physical universal timing, your day begins when you wake up and ends when you go to sleep.
And that cycle continues. It's all about time even if you don't have a watch or other time telling device to refer to. Even then, the sun tells time. If you know how to read it, you'll always know what time it is. And when the sun is down, the moon takes its place and you can tell time that way, too.
If it's a new moon and the moon isn't visible you're SOL I guess.
My point in all this is, we all have a schedule of some sort that relates to time. You wake up to an alarm, you're a victim to time. You have to get to work by a set TIME. You have to have lunch at work at a set TIME.
You have to have meals at a set time if you have certain medical disorders so you need to know what time it is.
Here's the relevant part.
Time is relevant to each individual. Let me explain what relevant means by consulting our fine internet dictionary at dictionary.com:
Relevant
adjective
bearing upon or connected with the matter in hand; pertinent: a relevant remark.
Let's say you have an appointment at 3 pm. It's a terribly important doctor's visit that you can't miss. You're in a hurry and the person in front of you is driving the exact speed limit, you're running a little late because of whatever reason, this person irritates you, your blood pressure begins to rise, you are frustrated and want nothing more than to get away from this person but it's as though they are going exactly where you are because they remain in front of you.
And your frustration grows. You get to your appointment on time. Things are fine.
But let's get back to the person who was driving the exact speed limit in front of you and irritating you, who ended up not going where you were headed but in the same general direction. They don't care that you have a very important doctor's appointment at 3 pm. They don't even know you have an appointment. To them, you're just another vehicle on the road. Just another person behind them while they drive to their destination. Which could be anywhere!
They could have been coming home from a funeral. They could have been on their way to a friend's house for a visit. Wherever they were going, they got in your way and frustrated you because you were on a time constraint and they weren't. It's relevant. The matter in YOUR hand was not the matter in THEIR hand and therefore it didn't matter to them. It isn't pertinent to them that you get to your appointment on time. It's pertinent to them that they get where they are going.
It's all relevant.
Just like for a toddler their day starts when they wake up, regardless of what time it is, like say 5 am.
And why? Because they can't tell time yet, they don't care that Mommy and Daddy didn't get to bed until 2 am. They're ready to get up and play and begin their day. Even though Mommy is exhausted, Daddy is still sleeping and so is the babe.
But none of that matters to you, either, does it?
And why?
Because it's not relevant to you. So there you have it. An explanation to the age old adage about time.
Now please excuse me while I go lay my child back down and try to explain all this to her. I know she won't care but I have to try.
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