There once was a man
Who moved to the middle of nowhere
To feel safe and protected.
Trouble is, when danger came knocking
He was too far away for help to find him.
By the time help came he was already gone.
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Contents compiled: April 11 2017
Originally published: April 11 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard
The truth is,
My insecurities caused me
to let people into my life
who were unhealthy for my wellbeing.
My young-adult, low self-esteem
clouded my judgment.
My needs, unmet as a child,
left a void I sought to fill relentlessly.
There was no love to be found
in any of the places I looked.
Thirty years of searching
makes the heart a little weary.
The candle of hope
dwindles with each passing decade.
The truth is,
My insecurities were by curse.
This was a tough lesson to learn.
I’ve always wondered
what I was doing wrong
but the answers never came.
I’ve grown significantly since then,
and I understand better
who I am and what I deserve.
I finally had a moment of clarity today.
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Contents compiled: March 29 2017
Originally published: March 30 2017
Copyright © 2016 Inner Ramblings Boulevard
Quote from “Shakespeare’s Sonnets” by William Shakespeare –
“Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir’d;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body’s work’s expired: For then my thoughts—from far where I abide— Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see: Save that my soul’s imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.”
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Contents compiled: September 18 2016
Originally published: September 21 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises
Tired woman equals emotional mom.
Tired woman equals angry mom.
Tired woman equals quiet mom.
Tired woman equals overwhelmed mom.
She won’t stop getting in trouble.
She won’t stop asking a million questions.
She won’t stop asking me for her things.
She won’t stop pushing my buttons.
Trying to keep order in all this chaos.
Trying to make decisions for three lives.
Trying to maintain my composure.
Trying to make sense of it all but can’t.
Hoping I’m doing the right thing.
Hoping this promise of a better future is real.
Hoping my plans are what God wants for me.
Hoping my fears will not consume me.
Perhaps she senses my fear.
Perhaps she doesn’t understand the chaos.
Perhaps she is trying to make sense of it too.
Perhaps she simply needs me to hold her.
We’ll be ok, she and I.
We’ll find a way to keep what we have left.
We’ll be ok all three of us.
We’ll find a way to save our little family.
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Contents written: September 15 2016
Originally published: September 15 2016
Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises
Song: “Yanni-One Man’s Dream”
Contents compiled: August 13 2016 | Originally published: August 14 2016 | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises
Hello friends,
Don’t have the heart for speaking much today, so I’ll share the words of others in hopes they can convey just as well some of the thoughts floating around my noggin.
Hope you’ve all been well. Enjoy! 🌷
https://twitter.com/Brittanyfim/status/707899443471720448?s=09
Thanks as always for stopping by, have a fabulous week! ☺
Hugs,
A.
Contents compiled: March 12 2016 | Originally published: March 13 2016 | Copyright ©2016 Moylom Enterprises
I love this poem!
The line, “We are peacemakers” speaks to me at this moment as this is my rest day — my primary focus being peace and relaxation.Had to share this with you too. Enjoy! 🌷
July 16 2016
We are peacemakers,
declaring commitment;
celebrating life, diversity.
We stand at the water’s edge,
contemplate forever, pray for
serenity, believe in harmony.
Watch as past dalliances,
like old lovers, drift away,
become memories forgotten.
We are supporters, lift up
the down trodden, extend
hearts and hands in aid.
Rescuers, fearless vessels
surfing the ocean of tears
saving lives for the cause.
Withdrawal is preferential
to conflict, introspective
in our peace-loving stance.
We are hosts, expecting
hospitality, unprepared
for hostility, taken aback
Submission lost to fear;
partnering with revenge
spoon out poison, turn
the tables, defend sanctity,
reposition selves as victims
flee our former stance; attack.
Alarmists engage in paranoia,
see only turbulent skies at
the water’s edge, disbelieve
We must hold fast to ideals,
embrace humanity’s potential
be responders, not reactors
Recover our sanctity, reunite
in a vision of peace, remember
that celebration trumps strife.
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Last Wednesday (March 23), I got a ridiculously overpriced manicure and pedicure at very upscale salon. Why? Well, clearly I’d lost my mind, but wait, I can explain!!!
It was my day off. I had a show to attend at munchkin’s school, then gym, then errands.
(No those aren’t the reasons, but I’m getting to it, hold on…)
We, the parents, assistant teachers and kids, were all seated in the AUDITORIUM (yes I made it on time), when the principal and the head teachers made their appearance. We were a restless bunch, both parents and kids, since the show’s start time had come and gone. Then, without explanation, and clearly coordinated, the principal instructed each teacher, to lead her class back to the respective classrooms. There were a few incidents of crying, munchkin included, since no sooner had she cuddled up next to me beaming with delight, and super excited to see the show, was she being torn away by her teachers without an explanation and without even seeing a single act. Clearly they were confused, but the parents, who were asked to kindly stay seated, began to decipher what what happening. The show was canceled! As it turned out, the performers had a mixup with the dates, and could not make it. Those poor little Pre-k and kindergarten kids… They never got to see the clowns and other circus acts. My heart broke for them. What a bummer!
The school’s principal was very apologetic and promised to have the show scheduled for a future date but suggested that since we, the doting parents, all had an hour or two to kill, we might as well do something nice for ourselves as a little reward for our efforts. She’s quite a lovely lady, and quite the comedienne too. She made a few funny faces and did a few clown moves in an attempt to appease our wrath and it worked, we all laughed! But in all honesty, she had a point!
I don’t know about the other parents, but I for one, never really take time off to do fun things for myself outside of the gym or a nice nap. As a matter of fact, the last time I had a professional mani-pedi was the week leading up to munchkin’s delivery. It used to be my favorite thing to do after a hard work week, but since that time all my financial resources have been going to her and keeping us afloat as we separated from her dad when she was only 3 months old. The past 4 years have been tough and now that things are starting to feel a bit normal again, a few months shy of munchkin’s 5th birthday, I more than deserve a splurge with no remorse, in fact, it’s long overdue!
The salon was spacious; very nicely decorated in blue, silver and white; very professional and had branded names for some of the services they offered. I actually needed to have a few of the items decoded as I asked helplessly,
which one of these is just a basic mani-pedi?
As the manager pointed me in the right direction, I did everything I could to not gasp outloud when I saw the price, but I stood my ground and asked boldly,
do you take debit cards?
She said yes, and with that I frantically checked my bank account to ensure there were enough funds for groceries afterwards. All was well. Whew!!!
I was the first customer that day so I had the full attention of my nail specialist. She was a very lovely lady and a joy to talk to. She made me feel so at ease and pampered that the only thing missing was a reclining chair in a dimly lit room for a little nap. (Come to think of it, a cocktail would have been nice too!) She did a marvelous job of assuaging my guilt for my spur of the moment pamper session which was perfect as I was beginning to feel uncertain that my splurge was good idea. What I needed wasn’t complicated so she executed her task effortlessly, and with a smile. I loved my color selection, and though it’s now a week old, it’s help up nicely. I forgot to take note of the actual name of the polish but it’s a dark shimmery pink (fushia) — Cute without being overly girly!
Needless to say, munchkin was NOT pleased that she was excluded from girly time. After all, whenever I do my nails at home, she gets in on the action too. I felt the guilt creeping up my gut, then into my chest and I teared up a little. How could I have taken away the one fun thing she and I do together that’s completely different from time with my boys? But then I remembered, and immediately blurted out,
It was your principal’s idea! She told the parents to go have fun because we had nothing else to do. The circus show was canceled, remember?
That explanation actually saved my hide and restored peace, avoiding a potentially devastating situation! 😀
I was soon back to feeling no remorse, and even had lofty thoughts of throwing in a sushi lunch next time I venture to pamperville. I wonder if the principal would give me a personal note granting me permission to have fun? Munchkin will need just cause to warrant her exclusion AGAIN. 😀
All in all, it was a fun day because even though I picked up groceries on the way home, I had a lovely nap before getting munchkin from daycare.
So, when was the last time you splurged without remorse? Did you feel guilty at any point or were you all in? Did someone try to make you feel guilty about your splurge? How did you fend them off? What fun thing have you been dreaming of that you now feel inspired to do ? Can you promise me you’ll do something nice for yourself sometime soon? Promise? Pinky-promise? Great! Thanks! I need a few partners in crime hahaha !
Thanks as always for stopping by. Your presence and comments always brighten my day! 🌷
Lots of Hugs,
A.
Contents written: March 28 2016 | Copyright 2016 Moylom Enterprises
When life seems less than perfect and the answers we seek elude us, just remember there has to be something for which we can be thankful.
I’m not a bundle of joy today, for a broken heart takes time to laugh again, but I am grateful for the gift of words. Letter by letter, sentence by sentence, they will help to heal and make sense of things as they always do. Aside from God, they are the only reliable things left.
So too, you, in spite of your circumstances, can find time to be grateful, as this simple exercise can have a very profound effect.
This is gonna be my feel-good song today:
Happy Friday, and thanks as always for stopping by.
Hugs,
A.
Contents compiled: March 11 2016 | ©2016 Moylom Enterprises
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