Still keeping my words and feeling good by it. I’ve been working on my book, only stopped, because the computer isn’t agreeing with me. I know I just need to type a little slow, but I still say its the computers fault haha.

I”ve been reading about forgiveness.

Mark 11:25‭-‬26 KJV And when ye stand praying, forgive, if ye have ought against any: that your Father also which is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses. But if ye do not forgive, neither will your Father which is in heaven forgive your trespasses.

So , with these words I followed through and forgave tbe person (a co-worker) who for some strange reason wasn’t talking to me. I also apologize and send these words to her. I am not looking for a respond. Good or bad I forgave and let go.

Time to get back to working on my panthers blanket. I can also cross personal writing off of my list with this blog. I just finish reading a book, so I’ll get a book review soon.

Its now time to End!

 

Another day of walking in the sun…

Another day of walking in the rain….

Another day of walking in the cold……

Another day of walking against 4,021 lbs

moving death machines  called cars…

It seems once people get their driving license

they totally forget the rules…………….

                                               People are putting on makeup….

People are on the phone……

People are making up

their own rules….

A driver & A  pedestrian can both be hurt.

A pedestrian following the rules

should be safe to walk, but

if that driver thinks they

are above the rules..

Just, because you can turn at the light ——–

don’t mean you can run over a pedestrian

as   the  theylk across the walkway…….

Just , because the turning signals you can turn –

doesn’t mean drive faster to get in front of

a pedestrian who you know

has the right of way.

Pedestrian and driver’s

have to share the

Road…

Although a person is driving a car

that person driving sometimes  forgets

Tthat a  pedestrian is a person too…

And…..

In the hurry to get to their designation

they put aside safety & rules…..

The problem with that

a car can be fix

a pedestrian can Die..

Then again another driver

could hit that same car

And…..

The person in that car

can Die too..  

 

The     End!!

 

 

 

Wasn’t feeling sad

                          Nor was I feeling happy

Wasn’t feeling great

                          Nor was I feeling bad

Wasn’t feeling my best

                          Nor was I upset

Wasn’t showing any emotions as I went about my day

I admit my thoughts sometimes take me away from reality if only for a second or two.

 

“Hey.” Was said as I passed by and gave a “Hey in return, oh it’s you” I replied not knowing it was a co-worker with a new hairdo. She was surprised I wasn’t the only one who didn’t recognize her. I started to reply a good thought on her new look, but then she says, “Have a good day grey hair lady,” and she turned back to her work.

 

I said out loud as I was walked away, “I like my grey,” but in my mind I said “at least I’m real.”  I am not putting anyone down for wearing a hairpiece, because I have worn them too. I just don’t understand why I cannot like my grey, because others don’t like theirs? I think grey hair is beautiful and I AM BEAUTIFUL.

 

Was feeling Happy

                     Because I Love me

Was feeling Great

                      Because I can Smile with true Joy (mind – body – and soul)

Was at my Best

                       Because I know who I am – where I stand – and I No One can say or do anything that can stop me..

 

                                 The

                                       End!!!

 

 

 

 

Once again I am wondering about people and why they are curious about my stuff? First, it was my umbrella, and now it’s my bags. I’ve been called the bag lady. I know they are  not meaning it to be cruel, but as a joke. It comes out hurtful to me.

When ones thinks of a bag lady, one thinks of a person who carries everything she owns in bags, and bags everywhere she goes. True, I lost my apartment, and had to move in with family. So I have a place to stay and I am Not carrying everything I own around. Yes it’s true I do like bags and have a few. I carry a bag for different reasons rather going to the store, because I like to eat or going to the laundromat, because I also like clean cothes. I also have lunchbox or two, because I like it to match my outfit.  In the end, “I am not a bag lady,” because I carry a bag or two.

I smile and calmly say, “Since I don’t have a car I need a bag to carry my personal items. I crochet as much as I can (it’s my side money and it’s what I do) and one can’t crochet all the time, so it’s good to have a book on hand. If anyone has ever been on public transportation, one needs something to do or some fool will try and talk to you.

Then if I’m going to service after work, yes I will have a change of clothes, and yes they will be in a bag. Not everyone has the options to be picked up from their home and wear real clothes to church. I’m like I want to be cute too and I will be rather they like it or not.

Then I realized I’m repeating myself and I stop talking. I will have to let the “New Yorker” out just a little and ignore people who only see what they want to see, because you don’t know me. I am laughing, because a surprise shopping trip I already have a bag. While I can put everything in one bag, you have to carry more, so who’s the smart one?

 

                                   The

                                          End!!!!

The day I found my light blue surprise in my size was a happy day, until I walked passed a mirror. My weight had never bothered me before, because I am happy who I am today and not the size I use to be.

 

I never gave it a second thought on where I would get or how much an outfit would cost. I usually go from store to store matching as I go. If I got a full outfit great, but no worries if I didn’t.  Shoes and accessories were a totally different story altogether.

 

Where did the time go? How much have I change and why didn’t I notice it as it was happening? It doesn’t seem that long ago, when I was pleased with the person in the mirror, but not today. I don’t know who she is.

 

I know I will never be a size 12 again and this size 18 has to go. I like being a big girl, so look out size 14 I’m coming for ya’. I’m going to miss wearing my pretty blue pants, but how sweet will it be to shop without worrying about if the store will have my size.

 

I see the lady in the mirror and I can still Smile, because I am finally free to be me. I walk with the boldness of a strong single women facing the world head on and enjoying every step I take.

         

                            The       

                                  End!