Criminologist. Poet. Author. Podcast host- Chit Chat Chicks. MS in Criminology. PhD in Netflix, awkwardness, random song lyrics, and snarky sweetness. Proponent of words, creativity, kindness, and humanity.
There’s nothing better than an impromptu walk with you in the brilliance that is October. The forest mysterious and unknown beckons us. Strolling through the pines we leave footprints under a lilacs sky. We hold hands, and dream in tandem, no words needed. I smile as I catch the blueness of your eyes, canopied by shimmering leaves, the air fragrant with fall, our wordless history comes alive. In this moment, everything feel simple and spectacular. The world brightens in autumn air with the sweetness of old love found anew.
We recently had some landscaping done to our front yard and a crêpe myrtle put in. Here are the results. I’m looking forward to seeing everything bloom in the spring.
“Cold was the steel of my axe to grind For the boys who broke my heart Now I send their babies presents Gold was the color of the leaves When I showed you around Centennial Park Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven
Time, wondrous time Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies And it’s cool, baby, with me And isn’t it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string Tying you to me?“
For this blogpost I want to focus on growth quotes, not the kind that comes from eating too much cake, but the kind that changes lives and attitudes. I know for me, while my core characteristics stay the same, my mindset is constantly evolving. Ironically, through these transitions my outlook on the world becomes more defined. Maybe, because I’m well schooled in life’s experiences. I’d like to hope that with each new lesson and shift, I‘m becoming a better, happier, wiser version of myself.
Every year I become a little less gullible, snarky and impatience, and more tolerant and loving. Some would say more tolerable too. Ha! However, conversely, I’m less likely to take sh@&, but still not brazen enough to say the word. I’ve also become less concerned with validation, and more into acceptance, (sh@@ aside). It’s so freeing when you finally realize the world doesn’t revolve around you. Psst, someone tell Trump. Ha! Dude, miss the memo.
Okay, maybe, I’m snarky for life. Beats being snaky. By the way, does anyone use the word “Dude” anymore? This question brought to you by Gen X. and Wayne’s World. Hmmm, another thing that stays the same, my ability to ramble on. Oy! Let’s get to those quotes, shall we?
“One can choose to go back toward safety or forward toward growth. Growth must be chosen again and again; fear must be overcome again and again.” – Abraham Maslow
“Don’t go through life, grow through life.” – Eric Butterworth
“Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.” – Maya Angelou
“We should not judge people by their peak of excellence; but by the distance they have traveled from the point where they started.” – Henry Ward Beecher
“Be not afraid of growing slowly; be afraid only of standing still.” – Chinese Proverb
And now for some music. It fits the theme of my day. ❤️
“I don’t wanna be someone who walks away so easily I’m here to stay and make the difference that I can make Our differences, they do a lot to teach us how to use The tools and gifts we got yeah, we got a lot at stake And in the end, you’re still my friend at least we did intend For us to work we didn’t break, we didn’t burn We had to learn how to bend without the world caving in I had to learn what I’ve got, and what I’m not And who I am”
Raise your hand if you’re tired of keeping company with anxiety, perpetuated by a relentless virus and the dwindling sanity coming out of Washington. The wind there cold and reeking of hubris and greed. Empathy becoming a supernatural thing.
Raise your hand if you’re losing your patience with narcissistic behavior and a culture more into canceling humans instead of reforming them, a society on the precipice of being nothing more than a hollow hulk.
Raise your hand if you’re done with the self absorbed and lack of regard for community. People happy to button their own coats but with no time to consider their neighbor’s thread bare wear.
Raise your hand if you’re tired of apathy, of those wrapped in a flannel sleep, Always content to let others shovel the coals.
Now instead of raising our hands, let raise our voices. Don’t wish for lungs that can sing. Sing! Step up! Be visible. Be heard. The dark blistering rain is not quite frozen yet. Prove that all the light did is far from done.