Priceless

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price writing priceless life lessons

Pretty much everything these days comes with a price attached to it.   Love, freedom, religion, politics, material items, and the list goes on.  Some people are willing to pay the price of their own lives to prove a point.  Sadly that price has been shown all over the news today.

But that’s not what this post is about.

I want to talk about the things that are priceless…

The sunshine.  I don’t see it much these days.  They say spring is here but when I look out my window…it’s snowing.

My children’s laughter.  When my kids are happy and laughing I find it to be completely contagious.  Even on my most depressed days…like today.

My mentality.  I have been in a real down mood lately.  Can’t seem to get myself out of it.  I am sure it has something to do with not seeing the sunshine for days.  I see it trying to shine through the clouds but it’s been so long since I have felt it on my face.

The beat of music.  There’s nothing like a good song to be my wing man at whatever emotion I am feeling.

Silence.  I don’t get it very often, and when I do it’s totally priceless.  Sometimes, if I am in the car alone, I will arrive somewhere on purpose just to sit there in silence.  Not even the radio on….just silence.

Health.  I probably should have put this one at the top of my list.  So many of us take good health for granted.  It takes something going wrong for one to take notice that what they had should have been cherished more.

Memories.  I wish I would have written more of them down.  I wish I would have started blogging long before I actually did.  There are pieces of my kids lives that I can’t remember.  Like little phrases they said that made me laugh out loud.  Just this morning I was trying so hard to remember something my son said a few months ago about a particular soda and I couldn’t remember!!!  I started crying and it was only 7 in the morning.  So many moments …..gone.

Sleep.  Some days I miss when I could fall asleep without the aid of drugs or alcohol.  I can’t even remember when it was that I started tossing and turning all night long until finally I decided it was just time to get up and start another day in zombie mode.  Making myself several pots of coffee and downing energy drinks just to stay awake.  But by bedtime…couldn’t sleep.

What is your most priceless possession?

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My Faith

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faith religion labels people humanity agnostic atheist

I was brought up with a very strong existence about God.

My grandmother read the bible every morning as soon as she woke and visited church on occasions and I remember when I was younger, attending bible study.

When I was a teen and lived with my mother, she would get on church kicks where we would suddenly go to church a few Sundays in a row.

I was usually hungover and trying not to get caught dosing off only to be flicked in the back of the head by my mother when I did.

As I have gotten older and started to read my own articles about science and religion, and have found that religion, especially organized religion, is just a bunch of mumbo jumbo.  I have realized that religion is nothing that I want to be a part of, much less believe in.

I don’t believe in God, but I believe in being a good person.  I also believe in the paranormal although I have never experienced it and I especially believe in karma.

I am married to an atheist, who believes in nothing, and who also has decided to label me as agnostic.  But why do I need a label?  Why does anyone need to be labeled as something.  Perhaps if there weren’t so many labels there wouldn’t be so much controversy over who was right and who was wrong and who was just plain crazy.

To me, labels have become crazy.

If your child is hyper..they have ADD…if they are strange…they are on some autistic spectrum.  Like when did being weird become a label.  If someone is weird in their own way and it isn’t hurting anyone then why give them a label?

Not to mention everyone thinks of “Rainman” when the word autistic is mentioned.  And in the movie Tom Cruise’s character didn’t understand Dustin Hoffman’s character’s behavior but by the end learned to love his weirdness and accept it.  And let’s face it that motherfucker was smart and quick as a whip.

I have somewhat lost my faith in humanity because humanity itself has become a series of labels.  Like everything that’s out of the ordinary has to have a name for it.

Why can’t we all just be the humans we were meant to be and keep our skeletons in the closet as long as they aren’t endangering anyone or anything else?

I enjoy watching porn…does that make me a pervert?

If I was religious, why would I have to go to a church to pray?  Why would I have to follow someone else’s rules…someone who has really no proof as to the existence of what they believe.

Why do people that don’t eat meat have to be labeled as vegetarians?   And why should they frown upon me because I love me some meat!?!?

There are sometimes that my faith in humanity is restored…when I am able to witness acts of kindness.  There are times I myself try to restore it by helping the needy man on the corner, which most would label as homeless,  only to see him get out of a brand new car, two days later, to stand on the same corner.  And now every time I pass him I just want to flip him off or throw a penny at him.

I will tell you this much about faith…I have faith in myself,  I know exactly who I am, how weird I am, and know that believing in myself is truly the only way to succeed at anything….without fucking labels.

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We Made It Through Christmas

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Well we made it through Christmas without drawing up divorce papers.  Although a few days before we had a major fight and I had a horrible breakdown that I am still recovering from.

I made it through the holiday by focusing on the happiness of our children and the several cocktails which my hands possessed throughout the day.

Don’t worry, you didn’t fail at letting me know that I had once again disappointed you with another Christmas fail of gifts for you.  I can always tell by the way you throw them aside rather than taking care of them and putting them where they belong.  The look on your face when you open them is a dead giveaway as well.

Don’t worry…there wasn’t anything real exciting that I got from you either.  And I still can’t believe that you didn’t notice you were ordering a juniors size jacket…duh.

You were off for an entire week and promised that we would sit down and do something like play a game of cards (we even bought a puzzle to do) but instead you wound up in front of the television as usual.  Watching movies that I don’t care to watch…and you don’t care that I don’t care.

Then you bought an XBOXONE for the kids for Christmas which you spent most of the day hoarding to yourself.  Not to mention your grinch behavior of telling the kids to clean up their mess…CONSTANTLY…and that half their new toys they couldn’t play with because they belong outside.  It’s Christmas asshole…let them be messy and I don’t think riding the scooter on our wood floors or flying the helicopter with our 16 ft high ceilings is going to damage anything.

You complimented me on the dinner I made which about made me fall out of my seat.  I think you must have been a little buzzed because the only time you ever say anything about my cooking is to tell me what’s wrong with it.

It’s almost the new year and we have been making a list of things that are going to change…I am looking forward to seeing which will conquer and which will fail.

I am also wondering if I will still have the same relationship status by the end of next year.

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