Fragments
I can’t even count the amount of times I got in trouble for passing notes in class. So many, SO MANY times I got caught. I was REAL bad at the passing part.
But I still write notes. I note everything. I note a lot of things. I note the things in my head. Sometimes I Tweet them. Sometimes I don’t. Sometimes they just remain notes. Notes to me. Some are reminders. Some are partial lists. Some are full sentences, but most are just… fragments.
Last month when I was struggling to put together a blog post – not for the lack of topic, but for the lack of time – I started feverishly noting thoughts during a meeting one idle day. Random thoughts. Potential blog topics, mentions or call-outs in posts, jumping-off points.
Fragments.
I found that page in my notepad today. Some of these things are still top of mind. These will have no context to you, but in the spirit of you know, MY blog, as in MINE, I will share them. [Edited to add: And they SHOULD have no context to you because you know, it's all about me]
…. You have to want what you have before you can have what you want…
…. Human nature is to complain. To hold pity party’s. To be jealous of ‘x’. To judge. Yet all these things are negatives. And no one wants to hear about them. So instead, we complain about, chastise, and judge the people that do nothing but…
…. Yes, I’m a baby wearing, co-sleeping, organic feeding mother. Yes, I used to laugh and poke fun at those that did it before me. Yes, I believe that does makes me a hypocrite. I own it. Do you own your past? …
…. Own your past…
…. Open your mind. Open your heart…
…. Think outside the box…
…. Everyone deserves happiness…
…. No it doesn’t have to be like this. No, it’s not supposed to be like this…
…. “You just wait until you have TWO”
…. Forgive…
…. Only I can make it better. Only I can make it easier. Only I can make it different…
…. Believe in yourself…
What are your fragments?
Fragments? I think I may have even less than that at the moment.
Frag 1: The judging thing, about each other and ourselves is way out of hand in the circles that I run in. And I am trying not to contribute, but I feel like if I don’t I will be greater fodder.
Frag 2: Don’t tell me that your life is harder than mine, its all my own. I respect the difficulties that you are having now back off mine (said to at least 3 ladies in my church circle.)
Frag 3: I’m caught between what I have now, what I want and what I could have.
Frag 4: Does anyone read my blog and do I care?
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July 7th, 2009 | #
To accept the things I cannot change – that is a fragment that rattles around in my brain always.
Exercise the right to disagree – politely, not in my usual pushy, nasty way.
To be the best I can be every day.
And one I always carry with me: Be grateful for all you’ve got in your life.
July 7th, 2009 | #
Ugh fragmented, random thoughts…plenty. Never enough for an interesting blog post, which I feel is depressing.
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July 8th, 2009 | #
This is excellent. The “it’s not SUPPOSED to be like this” is resounding with me today. We’re struggling right now, in about 50 different ways, and it’s hard not to get mired in it. BUT… that leads me to another fragment of yours: “Only I can make it better.”
Common fragments floating in my head: our bank account balance, what bills are due, how many cups of milk Maddie’s had in a given day, whether she’s pooped, when we’ll be able to go away for vacation. When I was bf’ing I only pumped, and so then a constant fragment was how many ounces I’d pumped/how many more times I needed to pump to gather enough ounces for the next day.
Our heads are funny places, aren’t they?
bessie.viola´s last blog ..all hers
July 8th, 2009 | #
My head is filled with fragments. By the time I get a chance to put them onto paper, they’ve become a jumbled pile of nonsensical in my head. I blame it on the phone that will.not.stop.ringing. Yes, I’m at work & theoretically, the constantly ringing phone would be a good thing–except for the fact that 80% of the time it’s a freaking telemarketer. I digress.
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July 8th, 2009 | #