Let’s pretend you are stuck in a room of about a dozen people and they are all dancing. They are laughing, smiling, having a great time and they are all dancing. Everyone is dancing except for you and that’s because you hate dancing.
You hate everything about dancing. Continue reading
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When was the last time you questioned your beliefs?
I know with the state of our government these days, a lot of folks are questioning what they believe politically and that’s all part of what makes us part of society. My question digs a little deeper than that.
We grow up being taught a certain way to believe. I was fortunate that my grandfather also believed in spiritual beings deserving to choose for themselves. I was taken to church every Sunday as a child and I was baptized and christened as a baby there. When I reached a certain age I was Confirmed as a church member and attended Catechism. But when I turned fifteen years old my grandfather gave me a choice. Continue reading
Someone made a nasty comment on my blog after I poured my heart out into a post. It was snarky and mean; meant to hurt the person reading it. So I did the most obvious thing. I deleted it with the intention of never sharing it or responding to it.
But I went back to the deleted comment again and got the person’s blog address so I could see what they were writing about. What could be so bad in their life that they had to come over here and troll me? The blog didn’t exist. I felt disappointed and a little exposed. So this was truly just some troll?
So I went back to the deleted comment again and got their email address and thoughtfully composed an email telling them it must be easy to hide behind a dead blog when they felt the need to be passive aggressive. Why would they think that what they did was okay?
The person responded telling me if I had nothing nice to say to please leave them alone.
Really? Continue reading
I was loudly complaining to a friend about some injustice I had just suffered because someone was being mean to me. “She has the nerve to say all this stuff behind my back, but she’s too much of a coward to say it to my face.” My friend was listening and hooting right along with me and then she said,“She’s so jealous of your good life that she has to keep talking smack about you!”
Wow. Continue reading