Resigned to the fact nothing would change her circumstances, she only looked to the ground. She did not expect to see victory in her despondent state. Dispirited and without much strength to try and change her circumstances, her eyes only stared at what was easy to look at in her moment of despair. Ants.
They were carrying a load. Was it true ants could carry 20 times their own weight? They had to be definitely female. She also remembered the male ant’s primary job was mating and then it died off . She chuckled.
Looking back up, her mind was suddenly hit by the shocking truth yet again. This time with a smile on her face. She was revitalized. Believing in herself with the ability like an ant, she gained the title of “strong woman.”
Photos captured by Alesiablogs. Randomly selected. May not be related to writing, but intended to inspire.
Memorial Day was quiet year. No shopping. No festivities. No struggles either.
As an Army veteran, spending time in the military was good for me. I did not realize it at times, but glad now. This plaque sums up how all of us should be committed to not dumbing down America.
Consider hard about an individual assessment. To self-evaluate ones characteristics can be a successful strategy. The best advice I can give from self-learning is to slow down. Age may have accomplished that for me. I prefer straight shooters, not those who live their lives unable to challenge themselves.
As a blog writer, I am not into writing for just anyone. I am into it for me. We have free speech ( thank a soldier here would apply) and I am damn glad of it.
It is good though when I hear from readers about how a certain post has inspired. I just passed my five year mark with writing. Its a true labor of love and I like to think my personality matters in my words to you.
I do not like fakes and have attempted to be an encourager. However, I do write in very deep lonely places, but it is in those writings I find my way back.
A friend gave me advice about being single. I liked it. The advice was about coming to terms with being alone. Coming to MY terms is a work in progress.
Happy Birthday to the best guy ever. Autism does not define you my son. What I see in you is amazing love that others can not even come close to realizing in their own lives. You have no understanding of lusting for money or materialism. You may live in a world made of your own design, but it is better in many ways to the cruel world the rest of us live in.
I hope and pray for you and want what is always best for you. You have family all over the country and they have missed out on getting to know you. I am grateful to the family you have in your friends.
You are 24 years old. You have a dad and mom who will love you for as long as we are here on earth with you . I know you love God and He will always have you until you meet Him in person .
I am driven to write. There is no exception even when unhappy with my words. I can not compare myself to those that have editors or proofreader’s to read their work before it is published. I even hate freshly pressed endorsed by this platform.
Why do I write these days? I received that lone comment that gives me pause. Hearing from a woman dealing with two rare brain tumors brought tears to my eyes. She seems to have a strong will and a determination in her spirit. If you are reading this, I am glad you decided to follow me.
I was born on Maxwell Air Force Base in Alabama. We left when I was six months old. My parents weren’t from Alabama. When dad retired from the army, we moved back from Hawaii in the 70’s. Last week, I celebrated my 54th birthday here for the first time in 25 years. I wonder what has changed in all those years.
Stent running from my kidney all the way to you know where! Ugh
Brain injury awareness month was the last thing on my mind ( no pun intended) as I scoped through my home last week looking for an important document. I was getting mad at myself.
Many of my rooms are partially empty. There are a few reasons for this. Without blaming my autistic son too much, I am convinced he has wanted me to redo rooms for quite sometime. ( He breaks things. I guess we all need hobbies. This one is very expensive ).
Waiting on my Urologist! What Joy!
I have had a brain tumor and some form of TBI ( traumatic brain injury) and like my surroundings well controlled. My inability to find that document drove me crazy. I finally called someone who assisted me! Thank God.
Without boring my readers, I was working through authorizations , etc with my health needs. This alone can drive anyone nuts.
Surgery again tomorrow and another overnight stay is enough to think about, but my mind has trouble staying focused at times. I do not care if I am labeled with a monkey on my back. Maybe the monkey gets the attention for a cause that may be way worse in others than my case.