Category: writing prompts

Respect.

Knowing your worth and truth.

Loving yourself.

And one of the biggest things is if someone ever makes you feel bad about yourself….to me, that’s an immediate red flag.

If you do not work on yourself it’s very easy to get caught up in your own insecurities and into the web of people pleasing. As well as allowing someone to have control over you.

You should love the people that surround you, you should be able to be your one hundred percent self – no filters. The people around you ACCEPT YOU – flaws and all.

Be comfortable telling people no.

Be comfortable with disappointing others.

Be comfortable standing up for yourself.

Be comfortable with the fact that you may loose that relationship or friendship. And truthfully, it may be for the better.

Why are you trying so hard and they aren’t?

Some people can’t handle confidence in others, some people can’t handle when someone actually speaks up, some people have too much pride.

I believe in giving others grace, I truly do. However if someone cannot do the same for you that’s another friendship or relationship you may not want to be in OR that’s when the boundary is set.

For example, I have people in my life I no longer reach out to. However if they came to my house and needed help with something I would absolutely help them. But I know longer go out of my way for them. It’s unfortunate, but in a way it’s freeing. Because before I would try really hard with these relationships and now I recognize it’s really not me, it’s them.

You deserve good people in your life.

It’s funny, sometimes I think my favorite season is summer. Schools out, the weather is warm, the sunsets are gorgeous, swimming is nostalgic, it’s a time of reminiscing and simply being carefree.

However now that I’m in summer, I feel I am longing for fall. I’m looking forward to the shift in the weather. The whole energy just feels slower. I imagine sitting on the porch with a light sweater on, drinking my coffee, there’s a brisk in the air, and it’s quiet.

Fall feels a little less busy compared to summer. It feels cozy. Summer is the day and to me fall is the feeling of crawling into bed after a long day. Once your head hits that pillow there’s that long *sigh*.

Fall is that long sigh of satisfied relief after a fun filled summer.

So while I am enjoying summer so much with my family and kids I look forward to fall.

So then, if summer is the day, and fall is the getting in the bed moment what is spring and winter?

Well, I think winter is the deep sleep. And spring is when you first wake up and you get to drink your coffee. It’s short and savored but one of your favorite quick moments.

Kinda rambled there as I normally do with these writing prompts. But I read somewhere a long time ago when writing like this you just write. You don’t delete. Let the words be messy and original.

I read today’s prompts and I was thinking,

Have I broken a bone….no, not really. My arm popped out of its socket a few times when I was younger but technically that’s not really breaking your bone…so hmmm

I started reading some answers and someone mentioned breaking their toe and then I was like,

Wait! I guess I have broke something! My toe!

So a few years ago we were camping out on the lake and we stay in our RV. It’s not like a super fancy RV but it’s decent. I was standing on the bed. Let me try to give you a visual.

Imagine a table, booth style. And this booth style table you can turn into a bed. Now, at the time we had a baby. So my husband made this little wall and turned this bed now essentially into a little crib. Can you see it?

So I’m standing on the bed (“the crib”) because I was getting something in the cabinet above. I stepped over the wall/board onto the floor, instead of a step more like a jump and when I did that my other foot, my baby toe to be exact, when it came down my baby toe caught the trash can (I kid you not) and my baby toe was literally poking out the side of my foot!!!!!

It hurt so bad and I looked at my foot and was like, “oh my gosh!!” My kids saw it and began all laughing uncontrollably! I cursed at the trash can and sat there for a bit but I was laughing too.

Long story short I tapped it to my other toes and after a few days my toe was back to its right position.

But look at your feet and picture your baby toe completely 90 degree angle with your 4th toe.

It was a funny sight.

In my current season or phase of my life I do feel I am a leader.

I just don’t think the same anymore at all. I question, I ponder, I wonder, I don’t mind being uncomfortable.

People’s opinions about me are out the window. Not that I’m not curious of their perceptions but it’s like….I’m not loosing sleep over it.

Younger me was definitely a follower. Hardcore. I constantly wanted to fit in. I cringe just thinking about it. If they were doing it I wanted to do it, if they had it I wanted it. The truth is I desperately wanted to be seen in my teenager years. Rejection of any kind was painful. I became a people pleaser.

This I believe mainly roots to abandonment issues/being adopted. This void inside myself that I just couldn’t fill no matter what I did.

I am so grateful I have overcome that or at least that I’m aware of it. With all that I have learned through my own experiences I am teaching my children to be leaders. And they will be. I make sure that the biggest thing is that they feel loved. I don’t want my kids to ever question that.

I had a diary that I found a few years ago. In an entry I wrote, “all I want for my birthday is for my mom to tell me that she loves me.”

I was 11 years old. I read that and I was just like wow. Sometimes our younger selves literally reveal to us all that we want. And I just wanted to be loved.

My children are so smart for their age. I tell them often how intelligent they are and to not look at grown ups and think they have it all together. Grown ups are looking to them.

I tell them to ask lot of questions, to not accept everything they hear, to research, stay true to themselves, highly encouraging them to learn their bodies language and how to listen to their instincts and intuition. And like I mentioned earlier I remind them often how love surrounds them. And not just from me, but from nature and God.

This path was for me though, it brought me to my children. I don’t know who I am raising yet but I know they are meant for beautiful things and will do great things.

For a moment I really had to think about what word I don’t like and a few instantly came to mind – stupid, idiot, dumbass

do you notice the pattern? The words that make a person question their intellect.

I cannot stand when people call anyone those words. Those are such belittling words and words are so powerful.

But this is the word……

retard.

Ugh, I do not like even typing it.

When I was a kid I heard others use this word often. And when you’re a kid you ask what that word means and the typical response is, someone who is stupid.

And then later you find out that retard is a person with a disability. A special needs individual.

So people categorize special needs children and adults as “stupid”? It is so completely WRONG.

I just can’t stand it and I still can’t if I ever hear someone use that word in their vocabulary. I will instantly correct them. I will call them out instantly and say that’s completely inappropriate to use that word.

I would definitely ban that word.

I know that word can be used differently but for the sad part it’s used in a derogatory manner.

And here’s the even more SAD PART, there are parents out there who call their kids those types of demeaning words! It’s heartbreaking!

I would ban all those words actually that I listed prior. Because I wouldn’t want any children being called those words.

And if your parents ever called you (readers) any of those words shame on them. I hope they have grown and I hope that you have healed.

You are so intelligent and capable so many things.

Love and light friends! I got a little heated there lol.

A few years ago I read this in a fortune cookie and these words changed me.

“If you are bored, you are not being curious enough.”

Don’t you just love that! This is exactly what I tell my kids too every time they say they are bored.

“Mom we’re bored….”

“Well……if you’re bored you’re not being what?”

“Curious enough.”

*walk away and find something to do.*

I don’t get bored anymore. I can find something in anything.

For me, everything can be an experience.

Just close your eyes once in a while and let your other senses highlight your world and reveal something entirely extraordinary.

To avoid boredom is to strengthen your imagination. You don’t have to bored, you need to stay curious and not be afraid to be a little weird and different.

The deep thinkers. The curious ones. The ones who wonder and ponder. The questioners.

And how weird to be encouraged with this question today when just last night I was sharing with my husband that I felt like I didn’t have much friends who understood me.

I have friends. But don’t we all want and crave friendships where we are seen. And who are like minded like us? Who doesn’t just brush us off as being weird or different.

If we really want to be honest, I am you, and you are me. So…..we might as well just be honest and say how we really feel. Surface level conversations are painful. I want depth!

Or, what’s a bummer is you do establish friendships where you feel in alignment, only to discover that you really weren’t.

I am in a season where it’s difficult for me to be around people who don’t love themselves or who are not confident in who they are. OR, it’s difficult to be around people who just aren’t even trying to be 1% better everyday.

And more than that, people who don’t allow me to show them how to love themselves.

Some people just don’t want to listen and thats the most frustrating part.

I can help more than people give me credit for but I also understand everyone is on their own journey. So I wait in way……

I will say I am so incredibly grateful for my blog and the internet because I know that there are people out there who think or ponder in a similar way and who are striving to be and do better everyday.

It’s rejuvenating.

And I thank you readers and writers.

You all are my people.

You all, are who I LOVE to be around.

Currently my favorite pair of shoes are not typically categorized as shoes, they are actually my slippers.

They are these light beige, slip on, clog style slippers and they are so cozy. They are not brand name or anything really special. But it’s like, being wrapped in a blanket. My body is immediately safe when I wear them.

I prefer to be grounded in comfort.

I really don’t like shoe’s honestly. I wear them when I need to but I prefer my slippers, being barefoot, or probably wearing a pair of slip on sandals.

You ever notice how kids strongly dislike wearing shoes? They always want to be barefoot.

There’s something to that. What are your thoughts?

I remember I also read something awhile back that said many people haven’t actually touched the earth with their feet in years.

Why? Because they are always wearing shoes.

You put shoes on, go where you go, come home, take off shoes, repeat.

If it’s been awhile since your feet have actually touched earth I dare you to do that today.

Stand on the earth and feel it.

Well…..I think the opportunity to be here is a pretty huge gift.

It’s pretty wild when you really sit and ponder that.

We are here, all together. And why exactly? That’s still quite the mystery.

Regardless, we are here. I get this experience right now.

Have I been here before? I have no idea, maybe I have and don’t remember.

But being here now, in this moment. I recognize that to be alive IS a gift.

My awareness is the gift.

And it’s the most bizarre thing, sometimes I feel like I’m in a dream.

But I rather have this unsettling beautiful awareness than to be oblivious of this insane miracle, which is exactly what it all is.

It’s all so weird.