Mourning Time

Although this may sound odd, I am in mourning of TIME. I know we all say, "Where have the years gone?" These words flow from our mouths daily and usually with little thought behind the harshness of their truth. However, our children are a visual reminder of that ticking clock. They are the calendars of our life, the judgement of how and why we spend the gift of time the way we do. Yet, why is it that even when they (our children) are the center of our universe, do we feel as if there is never enough time on our daily watch for them? I am morning the loss of a gift that I can never receive again, yesterday. The yesterday that I held my first newborn baby, the yesterday that I watched my child sing in the fourth grade play, the yesterday of my second child's first moments of life, and all the sweet yesterdays that I was too exhausted to place in that special little memory box within my heart so that I would have them with me again today.
♥ The days drag on, and the years are gone ♥

Modern Day Diary

When I think of "blogging" I think of a diary; a modern day diary. After all, that's what it is, right? Our personal thoughts, dreams, goals, wants, needs, desires, and complaints all in one handy location for the world to read. The old adage, "If you can't say nothing nice..." doesn't apply here. Are we better people for blogging? You know, getting things off our chest so to speak? Does blogging make us feel better? Could it somehow be therapeutic? How many of us will truly post our inner most thoughts, pains, and problems? Who will be brave enough to show the world the "ugly" side of their life? My guess... little to none! Blogging, -like the home we live in, the car we drive, and the social networks we use-will simply end up being another tool to put out there a perception of our lives that doesn't exist?! Please don't get me wrong, I'm not trying to say that we all live in a world of misery in which we keep tucked under our beds. On the other hand, we certainly don't live in a continuous ray of sunshine either! Oh, you always have "those few" you know, those friends who gladly share entirely too much! There they are pouring out their problems like afternoon tea and you're thinking, "I'd never tell a soul that! My gosh! Do they have a clue what an idiot they look like right now?!" However, most of us are not so open. Matter of fact, I'd say we are so concerned with what others will think of us, that we often forget who we are. By that, I mean what matters to us and more importantly, why! I once heard that if you knew how little people thought of you, you wouldn't be so worried about what people think! Well, there you go! That little quote will be the driving force behind this woman's Modern Day Diary!