“Work for a cause, not for applause, live life to express, not to impress.”
I am hitting the keys in hopes of ideas to emerge. They say you must keep at it with resilience, and not give up on your creativity. If you are among those that follow my blog, you would know, I don’t stick to one particular topic but write about what inspires me. It is my way of keeping it exciting and not go stale. My writing palette is vast and not all is kept in one basket.
I love life, with all its ups and challenges that come with it. I would not trade it for anything. That is why I do what I do. I show my expression through blogging, creating is an art form. It exudes beyond you with no control, just the flow onto the keys and paper, inspiration at its best.
I admire those that are experts at one topic, expanding to multiple layers of delivery. I welcome feedback from my peers in the blog world. I consider it an honor to hear from my peers about this ongoing blog journey that we all share.
I am not looking for how-tos, but ways of coping and not give up.
As she sits she admires the view of the autumn leaves with their unique colors. She enjoys the peacefulness of her back porch on a chilly brisk morning. Her memory travels back to the way things were in the beginning. She finds herself missing his caresses, his gentle touch and the sound of his voice and the way it soothed her to a great calm.
On many occasions, Charisima has voiced her feelings, but her concerns are not being heard. He is oblivious! Does he think that things will continue as they have been? The relationship is traveling in the direction of a downward spiral of despair.
Their children are grown now with their own lives to live. Her hope, her love for him is unwavering.
Giving the one you love, an opportunity to prove that you are most important, and then you are let down. What will it take for you to see that things will not change?
Reality check! You need to change because he will not. What is keeping you back? What are you afraid of?
Thinking back: The evening was nice with friends. We had a blast, but once it was all over and came home? Things went back to the usual routine. Meaning? The television went on and off he went towards that realm.
If I had my way…the ” tele” would be removed from our bedroom.
It is sad, I have been more of a friend than his wife. Yes, he is my best friend but where do I draw the line?
I expect more out of us! We have evolved and the people we were are no longer who we are.