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irish_injun
25 October 2011 @ 10:04 am
I feel younger as time passes
No one warned me of this
The burdens of responsibility
I carried for years
Are gone
Dysfunctional family
Jealous adversaries
Gone
All gone
Now, as I enter the infancy
Of old age
I am freer than I was as a child
Today I thrive

All I knew was
I wanted sanity
Respect
Space in which to grow
I feel like dancing in the morning
By mid-day I want to burst into song
I smile as I drift off to sleep at day’s end
I have energy to do what I want to do
There is no hurry for anything
I look to the future with humor
Wondering what I will do next
Or who I will become

I live a life of wonder
Not always comfortable
Because walking into the unknown
No matter how sweet it is
Is a challenge
I live a life of joy
Mixed with sorrow
As awareness heightens
With each passing day
I am fully who I am every moment
No longer bound by conventions
Imposed by others
I believe whatever I believe
And leave the rest for someone else to think about
I walk with the God of my understanding
As a well-loved child
© 2011 Beth NoLastName
 
 
irish_injun
24 August 2011 @ 11:26 am
I've been wandering back to two years ago, reviewing my life, and seeing how much I have changed in that time. I gain hope that it is indeed possible to grow each day, regardless what age we are or what situation we are in. That hope keeps a smile on my face.


Pictures are still saying more to me than words ever will.  Here's a shot I took as I left the library on Monday evening:










Keep looking up.  I do!
 
 
irish_injun
01 November 2010 @ 09:45 pm

 

I have run up against too many problems trying to upload photographs on this site.  Since these problems didn't used to occur and now are a most regular thing, I have decided to switch the site where I choose to keep my regular daily blog. I will be available in the future at  http://wannabeme.posterous.com/



 
 
Current Mood: decided
 
 
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irish_injun
29 October 2010 @ 04:07 pm
 I just received an email from someone who tried to make me feel guilty for making positive changes in my life. Such things have happened often in my life.Those who resist change make life challenging for those of us who embrace change. Growing things change. Growing people change. Life is that simple. The good news is there are more people in my life encouraging me to experience my changes and applauding how happy I am becoming than those trying to hold me back. 

As soon as my Irish settles I will see that people accuse me often of what is true of themselves. It's happened all my life. Those who seek to put limitations on my growth resort to some strange attitudes and behaviors.

There was a time when I was young that I relied on chemicals to decide my moods. Chemical dependency doesn't allow a person to grow, for as soon as something feels painful, that person can take a drink or drug and not have to mature. Living sober has been an often painful experience as I set restrictions on my own behavior and conduct. I'm no less dependent than any other human, so I lean heavily on God. What shows is that I live my life the way I want to, not the way any other person decides. 

I respect the rights of all others to live according to their own beliefs. I lose all respect for those who attempt to limit mine.I have wonderful beautiful boundaries today. They assure my personal happiness. No is the most important word in my vocabulary.

Yup, my Irish is up. It's a most wonderful part of me that has set me in the right direction often. Anger is a most positive emotion when we take the time to listen to it. 

I earned my reputation. I'm a nice lady; don't piss me off! I walk away more easily than anyone I know.

In my youth my Injun would go on the warpath when my Irish was up. Now she just smiles, shakes her head and chuckles. My Injun has strength enough to be gentle. Those who mistake kindness for weakness are forced to deal with my Irish as my Injun just sits back and laughs.


Taking life or myself too seriously just never did work for me. I'm a sober alcoholic. We are a breed all our own. I make short business of drama as I age. I am in life simply for the joy of it all now. I love to laugh.

 
 
irish_injun
28 October 2010 @ 10:34 am
 I know! I know! If you are due to write a book, you need first to have some idea of what you are going to write about. I have no clue! I am still struggling with the fact that the word novel implies fiction. My life has been interesting to say the least. It reads better than any fiction I can think of. Fiction. Make something up. Make it fresh and new, so I will enjoy writing it. Create characters. Play God.

I started a grand story last year and fell in love with my lead character...the sweetest robot this side of Texas. It's close to Halloween. It would be cool to raise the dead and let that sweetheart come back to life, but the rule for NaNoWriMo is to start clean with a blank screen and an entirely new story. I doubt that everyone does that, but I like the concept, so I will make the attempt.

I considered writing a trashy novel. I bet I'd be good at it, but the problem afterward would be I wouldn't want anyone to read it! A sex scene a day for thirty days. That would surely take up the word count! It would probably become a best seller, too. I could make CD's to sell with it. I could start the TV program SEDUCING AMERICA.  

Huh? Yup, That's fiction writing. It's a matter of taking myself out of character and creating a character with it. I could write a novel about a woman who writes trash novels, etc.

I might be getting somewhere with this. 

And then again, can I use my time more creatively and come up with something akin to The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh? THAT is creative writing. THAT is a challenge. Innocence in today's age. Drama, intrigue, humor, philosophy and no sex. Wait! That sounds like my present life!  That's not fiction!

A Novel.  A completely fictional piece that will hold my attention long enough to record it. I dunno.  I think I am better off to do as other people do. Just write about  my zany life, change a few names, distort a few facts and call it fiction. 

The working title is THE BOOK I NEVER WANTED TO WRITE

I'm sixty-three. Will that qualify it as an historical novel? Are we laughing yet?
 
 
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