Words of wisdom from a YUPPY ~ exploring what it means to be a consciously developed >>> Youthful Unselfish Proud Philosophical Young-at-heart ~persona!
happy UNmothers day! Glorious rejoicing upon the eve of the BIGGEST day of the year ~ mother's day, the BIGGEST guilt day of the annual calendar year. More money is spent on Mother's Day than any other day of the year. Perhaps it has slid in importance and sprinkled upon our millennial hipsters < the younger version and offspring of YUPPIES>.
I'm the luckiest of all of those others, Queen of the Crestfallen. My birthday falls in April, three weeks before Mother's Day, so I can veer off disappointment lane when it's forgotten.
If the ones you love the most can't or don't honor your birthday, the day celebrating the day you were born, the most unique event in everyone's life: a birthday. Without YOU being born, those entitled offspring who rarely appreciate how unique YOU. One of a kind. If pushed, the said offspring would acknowledge how little they would change in YOU, their mother.
You've sure done a great job, of raising those young Millennial Hipsters. So well, in fact, that they calmly accept being the center of the universe, rarely acknowledging the way they were born, or by whom.
I wouldn't change a minute of it. Being a mom has made me a lot tougher in so many ways like stifling fear and doing my darnedest to appear strong. Even when fears before you knew were fears begin to surface. Being a mom who did an excellent job of guiding her children in the best way she can, not in any singular form of wisdom, religion, experience or philosophy.
That is a lesson that anyone should achieve. On every UNmothers day every other day of the year ::... save your money on that one explosive day of feast or famine that mothers of the world unite. Sprinkle it every UNmothers day with a small bouquet of tulips, or a greeting card with a $5 Starbucks or Tim Horton's card.
Celebrate today, this #unMOTHERSday hashtag for the next 24 hours in 140 characters or less on Twitter, include me @optioneerJM with #RT so we REPLY and connect with expanding new followers, unique and special because you share the same spirit and celebrate excellent quality.
Today take the time to do something special to say "Ya, I done good." Relish the moment, or take a moment every other day of the year to remind yourself of that.
Every other #unMOTHERSday is none special as today. Yeah, you turned a new corner in a new birth day. A strange phenomena that hits we Yuppies from the 80s, now coasting in our 50s with the same joi d'vive!
The more succinct you are the more you dig in to gain insight into who you really are ::: you are subconsciously creating your super POWERS. Wit reigns supremely with rising stars who surround themselves with the #positivevibe crowd and #smilingwords to represent the #bestofeverything. Why not battle with humor? ( humour in #Canadianeze )instead of heartbreak, pain, violence abuse or whatever is bothering you on any given day.
Not that you're a victim or any sort of whiner or ranter ::: remove yourself and stay far away of the negative force you can get sucked in so easily on this #socialMEdia sensation. Be a source to be reckoned with as in a creative force that circulates only among the IN crowd who are inspirational, humanitarian, motivational, super POWERs.
Be the voice of many ::: the poor, the hungry, the bullied, the ill, elderly and the sick ::: never forgotten ::: the unlikely who would be paid much attention to on this new
MEdiumDOM
of me, myself, I buy. Because I can, I want it, not necessarily need. Create a chain of unified voice who are synonymous with optimism, gratitude and honesty. Who stifle the mentally unstable, negative, violent, bullies or terrorISMisms. Show there is a unified voice to form a consortium of only the #bestofeverything best of anything circulated by #smiling words ::: Where only the most peaceful, loving, humanitarians become citizens of a community.
The community is bigger than a country, continent, religion, culture, or company.
Creating a culture that does not rely merely on one thing. But a collaboration among many. Dedicated to serving their fellow woman, man, child, and living things. Reach your super powers hidden under-neath the surface ::: ready to be discovered and revealed to yourself along with others.
Please share if you were inspired and want to help others be the #bestofeverything by communicating #smilingwords ::: ___________________________________________ :::
I was having this conversation with my sister the other day. Heaven help me if I even remember what our train of thought may have been... do you have a sister that you really relate to even though your worlds may seem so far apart?
STOP and have a listen, or play while you read on through My sister is as opposite of me as the world could even imagine:
she was born in the autumn and I in the Spring
we saw our growing up differently: she full of pain; me full of belief
while I can come across gregarious she could come across as calm and reasoning
our relationships, kids, friends are friends of each other too - they find it easier to like the other
you enjoy shopping together and would never imagine skydiving - although one would have if she thought about it while the other wouldn't have dared (me).
you both reach for the same things even if our home, our taste, would seemingly be different
Sidetracked again. Apologies ... then what the heck do you expect of me by now? It appears as though I have writing AHSD. Thank goodness not in real life: I can be excruciatingly organized and detailed while consciously trying not to be so the opposite is perceived.
This is what the conversation was about: the one that got away. How bizarre eh?
Two sisters of 18 months apart in their fifties having an absurd reminiscence. Opposite memories, no doubt. She talked and I listened for a change. Yeh, not a regular occurrence by any means.
My conscious memory a week later pops this into my head as I'm driving home. I know I listened carefully. I am really trying to be a better listener, which is not a natural state.
She talked about this boy that she really liked when she had run away from home. As much as she seemed like a radical from candy-coated pink 15-year-old eyes, I seem more like a rebel now that I've hit my 50s.
The memory went on in the manner that this sort does: what would have or could have happened if she had not broken his heart and stayed with him.
Astonishing! The responsible, loving, caring mother, daughter, sister or aunt, was actually rewinding life to check back and check in to what she thought she'd be doing once she hit her 50s.
STOP and have a listen, or play while you read on through
So many wondrous movies are about going back in time, less about heading into the future. It must be a creative dream, to take a situation and from the current state, to what had happened, and how things may have gone differently. I now realize that the surprise in store for the reader or viewer, is will the hero or heroine return to the current state much differently or very much the same with differences.
That is such a creative morsel of temptation. Take a situation or moment in your life, and fast rewind and slowly play forward. Taking the audience on a ride that even you may not predict. Will you return differently or much the same with differences ...
What do I mean? My sister ... was doing that in a sense. She was wondering if she had stayed with that very nice boy, not broken his heart, and stayed together. She wasn't evaluating it, nor was she suggesting that she was disatisfied with how things turned out.
It was a simple, honest meandering .... My sister was highlighting what we go through when we hit or 40s and 50s. We really aren't all that different than we were in our teens. The ride we'd be on at the time would result in whether we are currently on the ride of our lives, or too conservative. Or, some of us would recall that maybe they could have been a little bit braver or self-confident at our teens. Others of us blossom as life and the years make us milder, more content. While others of us become restless and want to step out.
What would your comfort zone and would you have done things differently then and end up different somehow?
I am torn between staying the same or being more carefree. How does one's homelife be the same and yet be reacted far apart?
I couldn't have imagined things getting any worse so I would madly try to be an over-achiever. Perhaps some experts would say that was because I was a fighter and did whatever it would take to have a life that would erase anything. My sister may say that she was acting it out.
Deal with it now is what most would applaud. Get it out of your system so you can grow up and get on with life. In a measured, grounded, spiritual way.
If you bottle it up you may never know when it will sprout. Maybe that is what they mean by mid-life crisis? When it hits or skips over anyone, would be a multi-zillion market.
Many marketers, services or products are divided into two groups:
ONE: Going through mid-life crisis.
TWO: Not.
Are you meandering about the one who got away? Examine whether you think things would have turned out differently, or would have it made a difference.
Create a balance between the two: Don't pine for what may have been. Instead, create the life now that would be a different you .... or the same you with a little change.
Most of us experience remorse at one time or another in our lives. We women often feel regret when we have gone and shopped a little more than we intended. Cringing at the thought of the next credit card bill or looking at our bank statement.
I am no different. Yet, we have to stop the senseless guilt and put to practice some ideas to offset the remorse: * keep the receipts so you can return the items? That is not always practical because that would mean a hassle or getting around to it before the return policy expires. * give it as a gift to someone else? Well, sure that means you are passing your guilt on to someone else (who doesn't suspect the reason behind it.) * donate it to charity? Not a bad idea. Give to someone in need who may like it as much as you do * juggle the bills to hide the evidence? Postponing or setting aside financial commitments is not the right way to deal with it.
* tear the tags off and hide the receipts? That was a trick that my former mother-in-law showed me when I was engaged and we went shopping. Her imparted advice was: when your husband asks if you're wearing something new, you say: "No, not at all" (because you make the heck sure you have worn it to work before)
True story to demonstrate the lengths we go to hide the evidence of our shopping excursion:
A few years ago, my husband and I were relaxing in the family room when my stepdaughter came home and, like she usually did, came in to say a few words before she would scurry into the basement. This time was a bit different because she was holding a shopping bag. She held it up and asked: "did someone put this in the recycling bin?"
One look at me and hubby said: "busted!" We all broke into a fit of laughter.
Well, yes I was. Guilty that is. I had gone shopping and with intention of hiding the evidence when I got home, placed the bag in the blue recycling bin. Later on, when hubby fell asleep on the couch, I would begin my covert operation of sneaking out to the recycling bin and bringing it in to the under the guise of darkness.
I would say I have relaxed the covert operations for the most part. Recognizing that it was a form of nondisclosure and dishonesty. It broke the rules of "practicing the Golden Rule" (treat others as you wish to be treated yourself).
Now, I will consciously put aside a small budget every month to allow myself to succumb to shopping fever minus the guilt. It is a whole heck-of-alot easier.
I love Fridays, and actually, I get to experience one again tomorrow. You see, I've been working shift work for the first time in my life, going on two years .......
One who works any 7 day of the week and any morning, afternoon or evening or a combination of any of them all. There is nothing more wholesome and rewarding as Friday.
A tradition we start in our teens, move into our dating years, into our children's lives and all back again. Most important, in all of those memories are the friends we hold dear.
Yes, I mean you. One who thinks to reach out every single day. Perhaps for some that is their brightness for their day. You bring that to people, the world, and so much more. If you don't. You should.
I drove along the lonely road exhaust falling behind as hazy residue
The snow covering winter's total darkness
from light
The city behind with failing from sight
I had a talk with myself in my mind asking:
are you living the life you designed?
Well, no, my honest voice spoke
Not out loud, for others to vote
It shows in your face when looking down
A slight crease, warding off forming a frown
The music in the background drowned out by the whop whop whop of the wipers
You realize you've been gripping the wheel so
tightly as though fleeing vipers
Suddenly your grip loosens up ad your chin rises Your eyes open wider in rejoicements to see
you've arrived at you journey's end without
hitting a tree
The radio's music tempo on the radio reacts with an upbeat change -even if it is only snow within eye's range.
You wanted to drive to dispell the worry and conquer the fear
To master the feelings that linger near
So take a drive in sleet and rain Out of the city lights to clear your brain
Not realizing it as the symbol it was
Daily we face limitations clouded in fuzz
The gift that you strive forward to is a new appreciation of facing your fears
Like the miles on the snow ridden highway
with music's melodic soothing
To hip hop lyrics, guitar strings beats it brings.
Startling us back to the light we should focus on Appreciate life even on abandoned roads
Forget about work, life's worries, those fears
Instead, reflect upon nice acts of kindness
There is always someone not waiting, nor hoping for a kind hand to reach out
That may be who you needed to remember as,
for and being about.
Your gift is wrapped, even with a bow, Who it is waiting for, may never know
While the whole world may wonder
how you found the calmness you glow
It is for you, about you, the forgiving you, the worries bursting with warm memories
How odd that it is. All day long, every day, we
see those we know, meet and care about
Not ones we end up staking our lives, intentions clouded by being part of a crew.
Forgetting to realize how important we are too.
Wanting to be close to that important crew
It is with caring and optimism that allows gratitude to renew
