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I don’t know where in the world you are, but where I am
it’s Monday,
14:07,
somewhere around
90 degrees (Fahrenheit),
and boring as all heck.
I’m trying to console myself because my Words with Friends-designated laptop is in the remote hands of some person very far away in some office belonging to Microsoft, who is trying to fix my operating system.
It’s no good, this.
I’ve not had much else but peanut butter and ginger ale today, and I keep thinking I should eat something, but my laptop being remotely controlled is keeping me fixed to one spot.
Life ought not to be this boring:
watching a “Downloading installation file: Feel free to keep using your PC.”
Twirl-twirl-circularly moving dotted thingy…
I’m at 15% complete with an
Estimated time: 2 hr 27 min 12 sec
2 hr 25 min 7 sec
away from being able to move from this spot.
Every now and again, I pretend to be “with it” (do people still use with it?) and “slide” the “buttons” the phone my mom made me get because she was embarrassed by my Verizon flip-phone from 2013. Now, I’m Boost Mobilin’ and tweetin’ (not really).
19% complete and
I’m wondering if using my other laptop means that I’m having an affair.
At 24%, I feel almost a quarter way decent about my position in life,
sitting on a bed,
sweat collecting to drip,
my wanderlust has taken control of my mind and prompting my feet to move.
How far do I want to go in
2 hr 11 min 30 sec?
Maybe Newark International Airport,
but then I wouldn’t come back here for a while.
That’s the thing about being nomadic, you see.
Opening the front door means that there’s another
awaiting you somewhere.
But at 30%,
I’m not even a third way complete.
How fast, I wonder.
How much faster must I travel within
to have the freedom to live without
the burden of time and place.
1 hr 56 min 17 sec.
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ESTJ – An incredibly impractical person is put in charge of all of your major life decisions. You have to do whatever they say and are powerless to argue or reason with them. INFP – Your deepest thoughts and feelings are exposed to a large audience and everyone thinks that you’re pathetic and unoriginal. INTJ…
via The Definition Of Hell For Each Myers-Briggs Personality Type — Thought Catalog
INFJ – “You are eternally damned to working for a morally corrupt company that aims to exploit the weak and generally degrade conditions for all of society.”
So true…;)
This Thursday, May 12th, will be a quiet day for me. It’s Fibromyalgia Awareness Day. I’ll do what I usually do: strive to thrive, make it through another day, try to find ways to make a living, find balance, take better care of myself, wonder what the rest of the world is doing beyond my computer screen, etc. Still, this year’s theme is “Your Voice Matters”, so I am writing today because I will likely not remember to do so on Thursday, whether by natural absent-mindedness or fibrofog.
However, there isn’t really much that I have to write about fibromyalgia today beyond the fact that it annoys me that WordPress’ word processor does not recognize the words fibromyalgia and fibrofog. Then again, it doesn’t even recognize the name WordPress, so perhaps I ought not to complain.
Well, I am ten years (by my symptoms) or eight years (by diagnosis) into this illness. Because of fibromyalgia, each day presents unique opportunities for me to learn more about myself, particularly my level of tolerance for the world around me and my position in it. Even though I have had to make unexpected changes in my life and goals for my life, I am a far better human being because of it.
I cannot stress it enough: my illness has made me more human.
When you are usually on top, it is easy to spend your time looking down on others without ever realizing that you are doing it. When you always have, you don’t understand the perspectives of those who do not. When you only know yourself as competent, you cannot fathom the handicaps of others. When overachieving is all you ever do, you can never understand the satisfaction of mediocrity.
Fibromyalgia has taught me about my blind arrogance. It has shoved me off a very high platform and asked me to find my way back up.
I have accepted that challenge.
The challenge is neither to become blind once more nor to fight against fibromyalgia. The challenge is to love, learn and live, embracing who you are, who others are, and especially who you decide to be.
On may 12th, if you have fibromyalgia or know someone who does, take a moment in your day to pause and appreciate what you have, who you are, and what you can do to make a difference in the lives around you.
Until Next Time,
D.
Life is full of ups and downs, but many little things can stop us from moving forward. Having a dream is delightful, though the pursuit of it might be bitter. You will never be able to experience the preciousness of having a dream until you reach the goal. Right now, can you imagine your future?… via […]
via Time to Think and Dream — John Cabot University Blog — JCU // Creative Writing Workshop
Haiku Poetry Prompt Writing Challenge Words: Dragon & Invite
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #95 Dragon&Invite
On Aging
To be still a child,
yet an old storyteller–
welcome the seasons.
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Haiku Poetry Prompt Writing Challenge Words: Diamonds & Pearls
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #94 Diamonds&Pearls
Organized carbon,
fluid-covered irritants–
we treasure pressure.
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Haiku Poetry Prompt Writing Challenge Words: Lightning & Rain.
Source: RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #96 Lightning&Rain
Memories of An Old Tree (in 7 haiku)
Are you hollow now,
brittled by years, wondering
why you must stand still?
—
Once, from my window,
you sparkled with the night sky.
Summer hurricane.
—
The roof was debris.
I watched it sail far away,
but so close to you.
—
We were mesmerized,
the stupidity of youth,
you were asunder.
—
In autumn I read
The Giving Tree–did you know
that I would miss you?
—
If I live to see
my ninetieth winter, tears
for you will still shed.
—
Spring is a warning
that we live and grow, facing
our bitter end.
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Storm cloud gathering Rumbling portent of dark dawns Snug fires flicker Picture credit: flickr.com/photos/elviskennedy/5664937645 Written for: https://ronovanwrites.wordpress.com/2016/05/09/ronovanwrites-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-96-lightningrain/
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