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Finding the Best Way to Remeber Friends

As I mentioned in my last post I have been taking some college courses and one I took was Creative Writing. Since I have been wanting to share my writing with others I thought I would most definitely like to share some of the things I wrote recently on here.

A few years ago right after I found out that I was pregnant with my last son, I discovered that my best friend from third grade had suddenly passed away. It was a tough time and knowing she was gone was hard to handle.

For the last six years as October came closer, I would be very sad and sullen, since my friend’s birthday was coming up. Since she has passed away both of her grandparents who helped to raise her have also passed. She left behind her Mother, two sons, and a daughter.

In my creative writing class, we did some prompts and created short stories, and when I sat down to work on one of the prompts I felt that I would try and focus on things that had happened in our friendship, yet eventually, I moved away from making it about my friend. After a few short stories, we moved on to writing some poems. These poems I wrote came about due to the things that I had experienced in my friendship with her.

As it is her birthday this week I felt that to honor her memory this year I would share one of the poems I created. The following Poem is in memory of J.N. K.:

I Did Not Know How to Tell You

I did not know how to tell you How it made me feel, So I just did what had kept me safe And hid from all the pain.

I could not see how this would hurt you Or take us on different paths, All I understood was the pain it had caused, So I hid from all the pain.

The years went by and by. I tried to see you when I was close by. Things never seemed to be the same, So I hid from all the pain.

I never could forget the friendship That we had. I still could not tell you The reason it was not the same So I still hid from all the pain.

It never occurred to me That you probably felt some pain. I never thought it had hurt you. So I hid from all the pain.

Life could never be how it was, No matter how much I tried. You never told me if I hurt you. So maybe you hid from all the pain.

I can never tell you now all the things I wished to fix. I want to take away, All the pain that did exist. And so I have to deal with all the pain. ~Dixie

Gold Bug Mine

A couple of weekends ago my children and I took the opportunity to visit one of the many mines in California. We were invited to go along with one of my brother’s and his family. My children enjoy spending time with all of their family members and we have been taking every opportunity that we can, especially since moving closer to family at the beginning of the year.

The mine they had chosen to visit is about an hour away from where we live; taking California Highway 50 to the east in the city of Placerville. Placerville is a city located in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada Mountains.

Upon arriving at the Gold Bug Mine we were able to purchase tickets for a self guided tour of the mine. This tour uses an app you can download to your phone. If you do not have a phone you can download the app with, they have a device to use as well.

Inside of the Mine

Live for Today

I started writing this blog over a year ago and in that time I have done a bit of writing, but have not had the courage to put it out into the public. In this time I have been trying to work through some things in life and work on being a better person and I feel that sometimes I am too hard on myself as I am sure many people feel.

I know that for myself it is hard to put my whole self out there for other people. It is not that I am fake or anything, but more of a fact that I find it hard to fully trust everyone, and even the ones I do trust I cannot fully be myself around. The hard thing I have found about writing a blog is being able to put myself out for everyone to read about the things I am going through, while also keeping things I do not want to share with the world.

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Recently I have had a few nights of trouble sleeping and during these times my mind has been so busy, which I believe to have been the cause of the sleeping trouble. Anyway during one of these times it came to mind about my anxiety over calling people for things. Most of the time I try to call someone about things, like if we need to find a plumber or electrician, when I make the call I always end up forgetting things I need to ask. This has caused me not to like to make a lot of calls.

Well the other night as I was thinking about these things, it dawned on me that it is even deeper than having anxiety over calling for things. Honestly I do not like to make most kinds of phone calls. I just do not have a desire to talk to people on the phone.

I realized that when I was younger even if I was to be on the phone with someone there was not a lot I would say. Mostly because I do not like to be on the phone. In all of the years I have been around my preferred method of talking to other people was either face to face or by writing to them.

It has been a strange realization for me, but I have always felt that in some ways I would have fit better in a time when there was no phones to be calling people on. Even now that I have a cell phone and can call someone anytime I wish I do not find that I have a desire to do so.

View of Life

Everyone always has their own view of life and the things going on in them at any given time. Sometimes our views are pessimistic while other times they are optimistic, even other times we can have an indifferent view.

In July we ended up moving our family again in order to get a bigger place to fit us all since the children are growing and needing a little more space. Through the process of unpacking my children decided to help with some of the boxes in my room. Not only did they help to unpack them they then decided to help me with a knitting project by unraveling the yarn I had been working with. This resulted in a big tangle of yarn connected to my knitting needles.

Upon my discovery of this fun they had with my knitting I was a little frustrated, but I started removing the knot and was making great progress on it until I had to go and take care of life. When I left the job at hand to take care of other things, my children got a hold of it again and undid the progress I had made as well as making it an even bigger mess of the knotted yarn.

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