technology

Today I am blogging from the real crossroads of technology. Kids do it all the time. What about the older generation? Well, I guess we'll see!

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Getting Published

Big deal...make sure that all the spelling is correct. You really need to get someone else to read it. I didn't realize how many times I can go over the same mistake because my eyes see one thing and my head sees another. Oh Well! A redo is in order. I can do it. Waaahhhhhhh!

Getting published

I am excited. It is fun to blog and to write and do lots of things but to see my story finally in print, with a cover that has my name on it is strangely exhilerating. Maybe a publisher wouldn't have wanted to take it on. Who knows. I guess we can't live in maybes forever. Time to step out of the maybe shadow and move into the light of cando. So taking matters into my own hands requires some courage. Why do I have a shortage of that. Married how many years? raised kids, held numerous jobs in so many places, always challenging myself to do better and know more and teach more?
Why the big deal? Well stories contain so much of myself. You have to be prepared to bare your soul both overtly and tacitly. Kind of scary because the feed back feels like a personal affront if it is negative and too good to be true if it is positive. This isn't the way to approach things in life. So yeah, the book is at the publishers and yes I will plug it and give it a space of its own on my web site and hope for sales and good comments but take the negatives as well and let the next story be better. I have found the courage to be where I want to be.

The Will to be True

All the stories I write are a compilation of the numerous events I have heard in a lifetime of interaction with people from all over the world. I thank them for sharing their stories with me. I am deeply grateful to them for trusting me with their confidences and I hope their struggle is heard in the words. I thank my eternal muse for giving me the steadfastness to complete what I start, something I have not done consistently. I am moved to write from the heart by the music I listen to every day. This story, particularly part two, was inspired by two songs written by Jane Sibbery and ably performed by k.d. lang. 'The Valley' and 'Love is Everything' and of course the main title was motivated by a Hank Loughlin favourite from years ago- Please Help Me I'm Falling. I always wanted to write a story that would explain how we would find ourselves pleading for the will to be true.

A light at the end of the tunnel...maybe

After four long months, my hubby is finally coming home. Not because he is greatly better but his sentence is up. Apparently, healing has a limited warranty. Well he is improving and will probably be better at home but home is not really the best place for activity and therapy. There are too many stairs and no quick exit in an emergency. Insurance companies suck. I don't know what they are there for. You need to be a genius to complete all the endlesss forms to fill out. Shame on them especially since we are not responsible for the accident.
On a sad note and to add to the mounting disgust with a careless driver, my dear brother in law passed away. How sad that my husband has been so disabled that he was not able to travel and spend a last few days supporting his sister in law and sister as they held his hands in death.
Truly we must sometimes wonder at what people think when they do something STUPID and then further do they know the havoc they wreck in people's lives? too sad.
My heart goes out to those who lose family members.

In moderation

Not sure how much it takes to realize that there is a time to let go. I guess if we look at sign posts along the way it will become clear. I apparently need a battering ram. When it comes to visualizing a future my vision is 220/20 in both eyes. I can't believe that I am so happy due to a silly mix up on the phone. I was supposed to do a 12 hour shift tonight. Someone else is doing the first four. Happy....You bet! Four unplanned hours to myself. Like a dream.
Puppy is happy. Too many long hours for her to be alone. I can rest before I go in...a rarity. Time to think about how I want to live my life for the rest of my life.
Last week, one of my working badges fell apart. Poor quality was my thought. Then I leaned against a table and broke another one. Time to start thinking that maybe the universe is telling me something.
Thinking about what makes me feel content always comes back to the same theme. I am working with women, teaching them to find the pathways in life, sharing what I know and learning, still learning what I can. It makes no sense to run through the best years of your life carrying so many burdens. We can't have lived our lives to now thinking 'is this all there is?'