Day 14: I love people.

I just saw a post on social media that triggered my “crazy” I guess you could say.

Let me tell you something you should know about me, I love people. I don’t care about their color or ethnicity. I’m actually very intrigued and have always loved learning about cultures.

And the older I get, the more it bothers me to my very depths to hear someone say something about another human being based off things they was BORN with.

Now there is trashy people out there. But you should take people bad decisions and base it off of every individual that is of that color or ethnicity.

THAT is just ignorance.

And if you are any kind of person that has a believe in God, you should think before you speak, because you are mocking the place God decided to put this soul he created.

Growing up I had to deal with a lot of this bigotry first hand. To the point my life was at risk.

I don’t talk about it a lot and I don’t let people know a lot because of it.

But one thing I did learn from it, is to get to know someone before you judge them based off of things that will just make you look shallow.

I won’t say I am innocent, but I will say I know better and am growing away from a lot. We don’t need that trash in the world.

Day 12: Don’t forget the other half

You know I see this picture above and think wow.

It is beautiful in a way and does bring awareness.

But then there are the comments that are posted with this picture…

And it makess me think there should be one for dad’s too.

Just thinking of my husband I can see a lawnmower, vehicle up keep, house repairs, demands of a job, house work, volunteer responsibilities, snow plow, chasing a toddler, wood, helping parents etc

I think that yes women have a load, but you shouldn’t be so selfish that you forget the other half.

My husband carries just as much as I do.

Men are human too. They need gratitude too. They need recognition.

And as we press forward for EQUAL rights, we need to make sure they are in fact equal.

Do you see how one sided things have become.

Cheer on mom’s sand dad’s.

Make sure we are leaning on each other and not against each other pushing one down..only to not help them back up.

Day 8: A Women who is “Old Fashion”

I just don’t understand, women are standing up for women’s rights, yet mocking a women for being modest and staying home.

I don’t wear revealing clothes, I never have. I remember in middle school some girls walking behind me making fun of how many undershirts I had on under a shirt, covering my cleavage.

I didn’t understand it. Why was it their problem? I never said a word about their clothes.

Now as an adult I see grown people doing the same thing those girls did in to me in school. On the news, for all to see.

Hasn’t the world become so revealing that it should be nice to keep somethings, special?

I’ve seen women showing off their beautiful skin because “it’s my body.”

Sweet, good for you. It’s your life.

I don’t wear revealing clothes, because it is MY body. It’s all mine.

I don’t want anyone else seeing it, besides my husband. It’s like a piece of candy that I kept secret from my sisters, just so I can enjoy it.

Why do I have to show off my body to stand up for women’s rights?

It’s mine.

It’s not a trap I’ve fallen into because my ancestors started something.

I have my own brain to think with, that’s what you preach right?

And I think this gift of a body God has given my soul while I’m here on earth is valued.

My body is a treasure that I don’t want anyone else seeing.

Yup, I’m a believer in modesty.

Secrets keep the mind intrigued and wanting after all right?

Why would I want to let you know all that there is.

Social media is already so revealing of my feelings, parties I attend, my family life, etc.

I don’t need to show off my body.

I also believe if I want to keep a house and have a meal on the table for my husband, who works SO hard for our family… that’s our business.

But since mocking families like ours is a thing too let me just tell you.

No it’s not the 1940’s, but there is still a such thing as showing someone you love them and their time they spend away working hard is valued.

Our marriage is a team effort. I handle some things , he handles others. He helps me and I help him.Together we make our house a home.

Yes I stay at home, because WE decided to have a child and she is OUR child to raise, not the responsibility of others.

Not the teacher, the day care worker, Grandma, Nanna, Auntie, Uncle. No it’s the parents job.

Not to mention, look at the wages offered and the cost of childcare. They put families in debt.

So, why is it the smart thing for both parents to go earn a paycheck only to give all of it to childcare, plus a percentage of the others check?

Hmmm, is a women like me really “old fashion” or is it just a bother that we don’t fit your mold.

Stop judging. Families/ other women do what they have to for THEIR family, and it’s none of your business, it really isn’t.

Cheer on decency, it’s a beautiful thing this world needs more of.

Cheer on working hard.

Cheer on working together.

Cheer them on.

Day 7: Love Each Other

Love each other and a stranger.

Love each other be slow to anger.

Love each other when the days are tough, when the roof is leaking.

Love each other with words you’re speaking.

Love each other like you’re afraid too.

Love each other even those few.

Love each other in the dusk and in the dawn.

Love each other without the arrow drawn.

Love each other, love every colour.

Love each other like a infants mother.

Love each other and their differences.

Love each other without defences.

Love each other with an passion that is rare to see.

For loving each other is the key.

Day 5: Choose life, what does that mean? I’m already living.

Choose life, what does that mean? I’m already living.

It means..

When you wake up in the morning, get up even when you dont want too.

When you have a bad day, have a positive thought and try to smile again.

When you have the choice to do something kind for someone else, do it.

When you have the chance to sit at home, go see your family.

When you have you’re kids and husband in front of you, put down your phone ask them about their day. And actively listen.

When you have the moment, say thank you.

When you have a goal, work toward it.

When you have someone one hugging you, squeeze tight.

When you have beauty in front of you,soak it in.

When you choose life, choose what is good, choose what will make this world better, kinder, and full of light,love, and happiness.

Live your life good

Live your life happy

Live your life with value

Now it’s your turn. Fill in the blank

When you have __________ , __________.

Day 4: Success, Life, Happiness.

Anyone else just feel a peace come over them when they are outside in nature? I do.

I am a girl who has to have her trees, grass, hills mountains, and woods. My country life is what I like.

When we lived in Israel I remember feeling like my throat was closing up. We lived in Tiberius and there was concrete and rock everywhere. The only thing to do was shop or see the light show that I watch so many times it was memorized .

The country life style we have here in the United States is something special.

Everything slows down and you enjoy life.

I know, some wouldn’t agree.

I told my cousin today, “Don’t worry about other people, we all have our ideas of of success and happiness.”

Many of the people I graduated with chose to move to the cities, they followed the money.

I don’t blame them, we live in the Upper Peninsula where making a living is accepting a job at only $14 an hour starting at highest unless you’ve become a doctor or RN.

Many jobs are at the minimum wage mark.

Not to mention if you live here, you work after work. Some, like us, gather wood the moment spring comes until snow starts flying again. Then in the winter, you anc yoyr plow, snow bloower, and shovel become best friends. Yoopers are hard working people.

It takes a lot to live here.

But, love it. It’s my peace. Nature is all around. My home has been made here,roots are starting. I may not have a high paying job in the city, I don’t want it. My success and happiness is my family and the life I’m living.

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I want to visit you, I haven’t forgot about you.

It’s a sad day for me today. I found out through Facebook a friend of mine died.

I can’t help but feel guilt. It’s been so long since I saw this person I don’t know if I have any right to be sad about it.

All of it has me thinking about all the people in my life I have lost and all the people I still have.

They always say cherish the ones you have now. No one tells you how much time and money really does get in the way.

Most of my family lives in the south and most of my friends have become strangers and we haven’t stayed in touch really.

I want to tell them how much I love them and how much I miss them. I want them to know I think about them all the time.

I don’t think telling them could express how much I want to be with them.

I could pick up the phone, but I feel so much guilt.

When I do pick up the phone, I have no words. I don’t know what to say, my mind goes blank. From the silence on the other end I can tell they are stuck too.

It breaks my heart that we have become so distant.

For the friends I had, I feel like I’m a bother, boring, out of place. Though I’d love to hear their stories about where they have been wland what they have gone through since we last spoke.

Strangers we are all becoming…

I remember when we were close. I remember the frogs and crawdads we use to catch, the boys we ran away from and wrote “future” letters about, the times I sat beside them as they just needed to cry, but didn’t want to be alone.

I remember the garden we worked in together, the fields we ran in, the fish we caught together while wading in Fires creek.

I remember climbing up in their laps and being spoiled with stories, candy, picking and singing.

I remember when friend or family, they all was my family.

And I still hold on to the feeling. I’d still drop everything and come help them if I could.

I want it back, I want to be close and feel close without the judgement that’s seems to be lurking on every corner anymore.

I want to see you, I want be with you, and I still remember you.

BUT maybe it’s just me, being a corny female who feels big and loud.

I still feel the guilt. I wish I had the resources to travel more and my husband’s time wasn’t owned by the workforce. I wish I knew how to talk to you.