I'm not a midget, but, for the egomaniac
who suffers with an inferiority complex,
any character defect is/was enough to drive
me crazy, short drive.
I did not fit in, I did not know how to fit in,
still don't, but I have learned that not
fitting in does have its benefits.
At forty-nine I stopped drinking because my fuse was burning rapidly
and I could not see my life for the smoke.
After fifteen years the smoke lifted and I started to learn how to listen.
At first I listened to those who had traveled a path similar to mine and they
taught me the most important lesson I have ever learned, how to listen to my
own quiet small inner voice, the intuitive song that is provided by the
Spirit of the Uni-verse, the song that flows through everyone and everything.
I read books, I read blogs and I saw it written many times and many ways,
writing is very good therapy both for the sane and the insane, I couldn't miss.
I put together the two lessons, listening to my gut feelings and to start writing
because it is therapeutic and ergo I was launched on a daily routine of writing
that has surpassed four years.
For the first year and a half I wrote 4 to 6 hundred words a day by choosing
a word that was positive, a word that related to changing ones behaviors and attitudes
or a thought that helped me better understand myself, even though the writing was
supposedly for the benefit of the reader,.
The therapy for me was in the proof reading, was I just talking the talk (writing the write),
or was I walking the walk.
Two Thousand and ten saw the advent of "Happiness Is", 365 posts about happiness,
followed by "Love Is" in two thousand and eleven and I am half way through
two thousand and twelve writing "Life Is".
I have a friend who reads my blog from time to time and sometime during
two thousand ten I chastised him for not reading a particular blog because the topic
was about an issue that he was having trouble with (women), and I was sure that
he would benefit from my sage advise.
He told me that at 250 to 300 words per day, it was too long and too tedious for his
little brain to wrap around.
Two lessons, write short, Love Is and Life Is are 100 words +/- per day, and lesson
number two, the most important lesson, I am writing for MY benefit and if someone
receives some motivation or pleasure from my writing, God bless them.
Do I want to publish my thoughts, the ego says yes, the retirement income says it could
use the boost, but the truth is I am content to write for myself every day.
Faith, God has provided me with inspiration every day over the span of the exercise
and my life is just as good as God wants it to be, my needs are being met and
my wants know their place.
The moral of this short story, learn to listen and listen to learn.
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Hugs, love and prayers, ME and the Boss
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The Boss is either God or my wife,
depends on who is standing behind me at the time
giving me the inspiration needed to get the job done.
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