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would you rather – septième partie

have a key the unlocks everything or a secret hideaway no one can enter but you
The Secret Garden showed me I can have both…
Though if I’m serious about it, I’d be more inclined to have a personal hideaway than want a key that could unlock everything.

build a snowman or a sandcastle
Snowman at the beach! (did Olaf teach us nothing?)

be able to play the violin or the drums
Drums and here’s why:
John Henry Bonham

have a nosy neighbor or be a noisy neighbor
I’d rather be a noisy neighbor.
I could choose to be quiet, but a noisy neighbor may not make that same choice.

listen to music or read a book
At this particular moment I’m going to say listen to music.

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would you rather – sixième partie

be a professional sports player or a movie star
Movie star. They don’t let girls play professional baseball.

shovel snow or rake the leaves
Snow.
While I love the fall, raking leaves is a thankless chore. They’re not super cooperative, leaves. Flying about and never staying in a pile. Snow on the other hand has no choice but to leave the shovel in a pile and stay there till it melts.

be only able to whisper or only able to yell
I’m inclined to say yell. But I get shrill when I yell and that’s no good for anybody. So I guess I’ll choose whisper. I mean, I was in theater for about six hundred thousand years in high school, so I can stage whisper like nobody’s business.

eat healthy or exercise regularly
Eat healthy foods. It’s so much simpler than it sounds. And my cardio is pushing a buggy at the grocery store buying healthy food, so…

live without a cell phone or a TV
This is a no brainer, live without a TV.
I have an app for the weather. I can watch all the streaming services on other devices. If I didn’t have a cell phone, I’d never talk to Thing 2 cause she pretty much only chats and texts…that’s way more important than watching telly.

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would you rather – cinquième partie

lose your sense of taste or your sense of smell
Either of these would suck, but if I had to choose, I’d say taste. I mean, most times when the sense of smell goes, so does taste. At least this way I’d be able to smell things…?

live on a houseboat or in an RV
The people who know me know I don’t like boats. However, I think I’d rather live on a boat than in an RV. With a boat, I could travel the entire world, with an RV I’m landlocked.

live in space or under the sea
Am I a mermaid?
If I could breathe underwater, I’d choose the sea. I feel like space would be cold and lonely.

be completely invisible or be able to fly
Invisible. All day every day.

be a kangaroo or a horse
Kangaroo.
Because Kanga and Roo.

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would you rather – quatrième partie

be a pirate or a ninja
Pirate. Johnny Depp, Orlando Bloom, and Geoffrey Rush made it look so damn fun! (and I’m way too clumsy to be a ninja anyway)

live in Harry Potter’s World or Narnia’s world
These are two of my all time favorite book series how can I even choose!?! I think I’d give up being a Queen of Narnia for the ability to do magic. Oh good Lord! What if I was a Muggle? Or worse! A Squib?
OK I’ll choose Harry Potter’s world if (and only if) I’m a witch. If I’m can’t be a witch, Queen of Narnia beats Muggle any day.

be able to breathe underwater or to breathe fire like a dragon
My initial impulse is to say dragon fire. And I mean why not?
But honestly, if I didn’t have to come up for air, I’d never stop swimming and exploring bodies of water.

be able to see long distances or hear things that are far away
My hearing is not so great and I have 20/15 vision, so I’m going with hearing things that are far away.

sleep on the floor or sleep on 10 mattresses
Princess and the pea me. I’m past my floor sleeping days.

“Who Put This Pea in My Bed” by Patti Ballard from my personal collection

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would you rather – trois parties

visit the doctor or the dentist
Doctor! I hate going to the dentist.

clean the kitchen or clean the bathroom
While a clean bathroom is uber-sastisfying, a clean kitchen is even more so.

run a mile that was flat or walk three miles uphill
Three miles uphill. Ain’t nobody got time to run…

feed an elephant or feed an alligator
I wanna do both!! But I’ll choose elephant because it’s probably a bit safer.

a pet dog or a pet cat
KITTIES!!
I will pet a cat on a train
I will pet a cat in the rain
I will pet a cat in the house
I will pet a cat (but not) a mouse
I will pet a cat here or there
I will pet a cat anywhere
(Props to Dr Seuss)

Now it’s your turn!

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would you rather – deuxième partie

join the Avengers or join the Justice League
Avengers. I mean come on!

wear formal clothes or pajamas every day
Pajamas all day every day, even when I have to go do ‘the things’.

live in a cave or live in a tree house
Tree house. I once chose an apartment because of the giant tree beside it. Looking out the windows and on the balcony felt like living in a tree house.

be a deep sea diver or astronaut
Though I’m fascinated by all things ‘under the sea’, I feel panicky about diving. So, I’m going to say astronaut. Something about being able to see Earth from space appeals to me.

live without music or without television
I mean no TV might suck, but I could never live without music.

Now it’s your turn!

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would you rather

I’m inviting y’all to play a little game with me…

meet my great grandchildren
Baby K having babies? I’m SO here for it!
(I actually knew two of my great grandparents)

more money
I’ve been poor most of my life. So to me, ‘more money’ means enough to live without worrying about how to keep a roof over one’s head or food in the house. Therefore, it stands to reason that my time could be more precious if I didn’t have to worry about money.

pause button
While reliving truly wonderful moments would be lovely, I’m at the place in my life where I think a pause button would suit me better.

all the languages
This one’s a no brainer for me!
While I love animals, I’d much rather be able to read, write, and speak in any language I chose.
It literally opens the whole world to me.

no one at my funeral
The best day ever was the day I married YBW. Everyone I love most (with one exception) celebrated with us that day. I wouldn’t trade that for anything. Ever!
I’ve always joked I’d want to hover ghost-like at my funeral to see what folks said and did…but I care so much less about that now.
Let’s celebrate our lives together when we’re all here to enjoy it.

stuck on a ski lift
While elevators aren’t normally a trigger, I am claustrophobic. To be stuck in an elevator without fresh air sounds horrific! I’m cool with heights, I’d be bundled up enough to keep warm, and have all the fresh air I could breathe, so ski lift it is.

dinner alone
I have no problem eating alone. In fact, most of the time I eat alone.
But a concert? Oh no! A concert is to be enjoyed together. With as few or as many.
Especially when someone who loves you surprises you with concert tickets!

stop world hunger
Little children should have enough to eat. Teenagers should have enough to eat. Adults should have enough to eat.
Being well fed won’t bring about world peace, but it sure as hell is a step in the right direction.

sky diving
Jumping from a perfectly good plane with a backpack full of parachute strapped to my back? YES, PLEASE!
Jumping from a bridge hooked to a rubber band? Oh HELL no!
I know some people don’t see the difference, but I absolutely do.

be an adult
This was a tricky one.
But I landed on adult because being a kid forever would actually suck. Being an adult doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy kid things, but it does mean you can drive and vote and earn money and shop. And go to shows and bars and out of the country by yourself. I have a whimsical, childlike sparkle inside me, so I’m fortunate enough to have the best of both worlds.

vacay with spouse
If I had a different spouse, the answer to this ‘would you rather’ would be different.
I love going on vacay with YBW! We always plan the perfect balance of ‘doing the things’ and relaxing. We’ve become adept at understanding each other’s travel idiosyncrasies and can facilitate whatever change is appropriate to ease each other.

side of salad
I love soup, but I love salad more.

brand new house
This answer might be different under different circumstances. Being stuck at home so much for so long, a brand new house sounds like the right combination of new surroundings and new projects. It can take a great deal of time to find the perfect dining table for a new house. And currently, I’ve got nothing but time.

Please play along with me.
Would you rather?
Ready…Steady…GO!

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the choices we make

The other day LA wrote a post in which she said “I want you to think about how you really feel about the situation.” The ‘situation’ being the world in which we currently live.

You know, I didn’t realize how much I actually felt about this situation because I’ve become somewhat immune to it. But upon further thought, this is what I think and how I feel about where we are right now.

I miss going to school. I miss students and faculty. I miss everything about it!
Schools here are beginning to discuss what August will look like. There is talk in our county of further distance learning.
I honestly don’t know how I feel about it. On the one hand, ‘getting back to normal’ sounds wonderful. Being in the classrooms, teaching and learning together. On the other, how safe are we going to be with a thousand kids from age 4 to 12 in tight space?

I truly believe I’m helping by remaining at home.
That doesn’t mean I like it.
Here in America, there’s a great uproar about civil liberties. It’s mostly people who want to go about and do the things. They don’t care that they could get or make others sick. They want to do what they want to do when they want to do it and don’t feel like they should be told any differently.
I have real issue with this. This is toddler behavior. And I’m speaking from a brain development point of view. Also as someone who’s spent most of her adult life around toddlers.

And let me assure you, I understand the financial impact. Two of our four kids work in the service industry. Thing 2 is a server in a restaurant. She was fortunate to qualify for unemployment for a while, but now that the state in which she lives is opening back up, she had to go back to work regardless of her safety or the safety of others.
Thing G is a cashier at the Dollar Tree. And though his hours have dropped dramatically, he’s still going to work. He’s at risk, he’s putting others at risk.
I understand the economy is struggling, but people are dying. I cannot fathom how to put a dollar amount on human life.

If we don’t choose to accept that our actions impact others we’re doomed.
I mean, I’d love to go get a pedicure, or have browse Home Goods, or go out to dinner. But I’m hopeful that by staying in, I’m helping keep us all safe.
And if it turns out I’m wrong, so be it. It wasn’t that hard, and it’s not worth the shoulda coulda woulda drama.

I am aware that my choices impact everything and everyone around me. That’s enough for me to pay attention. To do what I believe is the right thing. I can see the bigger picture. I am part of one human family.
Some people don’t look at life that way. And that too is OK. We each have the right to our own choices.
It comes down to individuals making choices that impact others without thought. Without empathy.
We’re all in this together, but there are individuals who value their own desires over the greater good.
That’s your right.
But your right shouldn’t impede mine.

This pandemic has negatively impacted my country more by furthering the divide than by the death rate number.
It makes me sad.
It makes me angry.
I’m tired of the conservatives and liberals alike behaving like monkeys, throwing poo and screeching just to hear themselves.

There must be a better way.
The way it is is so deeply entrenched that to change it would take a straight up revolution.
Is that what’s best for any of us?

There must be a way to exercise our freedoms without negatively impacting the freedoms of others. Perhaps speaking and acting with kindness and empathy instead of finger pointing and name calling…?
The goal is for everyone to have the right to make their choice without fear or judgement. Without risk to self or others. The trick is each of us having the willingness to try.

I’m going to borrow LA’s words to ask what y’all think.

“Not what your friend thinks.
Not what the media tells you to think.
Not what you’re ‘supposed’ to think.
What do YOU think?”

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becoming

I woke up before 6:00 this morning.
My brain pinballing all over the place.

I’m reminded of that Alanis song, These R The Thoughts.

Anyway, here’s what I’m considering this morning.

I have this belief that we all carry baggage, we have no choice.
But the idea is to have a simple carry-on bag, not steamer trunks full. We are all products of our experiences, good, bad, indifferent.
They shape us.
But we have the ability to decide how!
We can choose to learn from these things. We can make small shifts in thinking. We can rewrite our inner speech.
We can learn how to use our experiences to our advantage.

To become!

Not necessarily ‘better’ people, but just become the human we were meant to be before we were inadvertently influenced by others and events, etc.

I long to become.

The easiest way to do that is leave the large luggage behind, pack only what’s absolutely necessary and get on with it.
No matter where I am, I am there.
I gotta be straight with me before I can expect to be straight with the world.

That’s work most people avoid.
And here’s the biggest shame of that, it doesn’t have to be that difficult!
The work can be hard, but once you begin, you’re already further along than you realize. Sure, you’ll slip up. Sure, you’ll feel overwhelmed.
But by simply making the decision to start, you’re already ass deep in the work. In a good way!

It took me so long to learn how to feel safe.
To understand that I could exist in an environment not fraught with fear and anxiety. To realize that’s not how we’re meant to live. I’m no longer waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Well, not the way I used to do.

The me I was before was a wreck. On so many unnecessary meds. Drugs to sleep, narcotics for pain, mood altering meds to simply function.
I realize now that all I needed to do was live differently. To escape that situation.
I did!

Now, my life isn’t perfect. And sure, issues.
But I’m not fearful.
My central nervous system isn’t always so over-stimulated.
I can breathe and sleep and function.
I am learning to feel safe in life. In love. In all things.

Inner speech is such a rat bastard!
But, I’m over here like, I don’t blame my mother for the way I hear her words in my head, the things I say to myself.
I can’t! I won’t!
She didn’t know any better.
Or perhaps she did. Perhaps she was cruel for her own entertainment.
Only, that can’t matter to me.
She was flawed.
But I am me.
And I decide what I say to myself! I decide that I am enough. I decide that I am loved. I decide that I will treat myself with kindness. I decide that I am safe.

I was driving the other day and nothing unsafe happened, but I may not have been paying attention and stopped at a green light or something simple like that. I don’t remember the act, only what happened after.
I remarked, Wow you’re stupid. or similar.
YBW grabbed my hand and was like, it’s OK to make a mistake.
I was hit with the full force of his kindness.
I realized that even though I work to shift my inner speech from “you are not, and will never be good enough” to literally anything else, it will always be in there.
I can’t erase it. I can only build upon it.

It’s OK to make a mistake vs You’re stupid for making a mistake.
A world of difference!

You know what Ms Frizzle said:

How I talk myself is influenced by what I was taught about myself by my mother. Her actions and words assured me I was never quite up to snuff.
I know I’m more than those thoughts.
I know how hard it is to learn to shift that process. I know how hard it is to find different words. But that work is everything!
Can’t learn anything new unless I’m willing to make mistakes.

I’ve been hearing lately about how I’m living my best life.
For the most part, I am.
Sure, there’s stuff to work out. My stuff, YBW’s stuff.
Our stuff. But our stuff is really just my stuff and his stuff kind of bumping into each other.
And I’m working on my stuff…and he’s trying to work on his too.
While there are things that are not ideal, we are aware and we are addressing them.

But I also know this isn’t exactly my best life.
But that’s because I’m still saying things like, “I want to (insert thing).” but not actually doing it. I’m procrastinating finishing my degree. I’m not reading. I’m hardly writing.
But, those are choices I’m making.

I can choose to live my best life to the fullest.
When people say they see me living my best life, they see what’s out there, they don’t see what I’m like inside.
However confident and put together I appear, I’m also a girl who doubts her every move. A girl who fears she’ll never feel ‘good enough’.
But I’m working on that. I’m working towards living my best life inside and out.

I am not a self fulfilling prophecy.
I will amount to more than I was lead to believe! I can, and will do what I set myself to. I can and will be content in my own skin, and in my life!
I am working each day to get to that place inside me.
So maybe I am living my best life after all.

And that’s the key.
Actively living!

It’s cool to want sunshine and lollipops, but you gotta make that happen.
So by doing this work, by actively living mylife, I’m actually in my best life!

Ta Da!
Who knew?

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provoking thought

I talked about the questionnaire YBW and I had to answer for A, the church rector, for our “marriage counseling” meetings in the months leading to our wedding in how very Robynbird.

The first set of questions were about each of us personally, and we weren’t allowed to discuss them (questions or answers) before we talked about them with A.
They were personal, but not intimate. General, not terribly specific. But thought provoking nonetheless. They were completely focused on the self.
1. What are your life’s goals? How will your marriage facilitate your attaining these goals?
2. What personal strengths do you bring to a relationship?
3. What areas do you, as an individual, need to strengthen for the enrichment of your relationship?
4. Do you perceive any personal losses in sharing your life with a spouse, and potentially, family?
5. What benefits do you hope to derive through your marital relationship?
6. If you are currently living with your potential spouse, will marriage change your relationship, if so, how?

The second set of questions were more focused on us as a couple.
1. What are your expectations of marriage?
2. How do you you perceive the role of a husband?
3. How do you perceive the role of a wife?
4. How do you (husband and wife) perceive your role with your children?
5. Out of your experiences together, what strengths have emerged?
6. Out of your experiences together, what weaknesses have emerged?
7. How do you perceive your relationship with the church?

The second set of questions was a bit trickier. As much of a ‘girl power, votes for women’ kind of girl I am, I’m also really traditional when it comes to gender roles in marriage.
The husband as provider.
But while the wife makes martinis wearing pearls when her husband comes home, she can change the oil in the car and replace light fixtures and still fold the laundry like a boss.
I believe husbands can be great cooks, amazing dads…sometimes infinitely better parents than their wives.

I want a husband who will take good care of me in a practical way so I don’t have to fret about finances. But not to the point I’m left clueless.
I want a husband who will treat me with kindness and respect.
I want a husband who knows I’m a badass and isn’t intimidated by that.
I want a husband who loves me because I’m flawed, not in “spite of it”.
I want a husband I can be real with. A man with whom I can say what I think and expect the same.
I want a husband who is my partner. Who will hold my hand when something is scary and when it’s pants peeing exciting.
I want a husband who will rely on me. My opinions as well as my compassion.

We’re in a trickier but overall simpler situation when it comes to kids. YBW told me once that he didn’t like being a stepfather and didn’t want to do it again. As it turns out he really hasn’t had to be.
I think the biggest challenge for me is being mindful that our kids were raised completely differently. That has to be taken into account before expectations are placed. It’s hard to parent other people’s kids. To know that you only have “so much” say. But if I am mindful and come from a place of love that’s what that really matters.

As many strengths as our relationship has I think it has a pretty significant weakness.
We’re pretty crap at communicating about important stuff. So much so that sometimes I choose not to initiate conversations because I don’t believe we’re get anything resolved.
I do have a tendency to over-talk and this frustrates him. I’ve been working really hard at reigning that in. I even made an outline the last time I wanted to talk to him about things that were bothering me so I would stay on track.
I don’t think we’re hopeless…I think we just need to keep at it. And keep at it. And keep at it.
I need to tone down my sarcasm.
He needs to realize everything isn’t a personal affront.

We’re lucky to have each other. We know that. We do enrich each other’s life. I come at him from a place of love and believe the same of him.

The questions for these premarital conversations with A are doing part of what they’re supposed to do. They’re provoking thought.
We must make time for follow up dialogue.

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