January, 23 2018 


            What determines success? Is it the accomplishment itself or the want to try? Does failure mean trying and not quite hitting the mark, or not trying at all?
            I finished a novel last night the theme of the story was about a woman who had lost all her dreams. She had set them aside to raise her family and support her husband’s goals.
            I think this is a story many of us can relate to, whether we are male or female. Setting aside our passion to support someone else. I want everyone to know that I do not regret the time spent raising my children, they are both EXCEPTIONAL people. Erica is a nurse working in Retirement Communities to make sure life is comfortable for her senior clients. TJ is an Assistant Director of Career Services he works with college students to help them find their passions. I’m very proud of both of them. I look at them with awe. I have often said, “They are who they are because of themselves. I take no credit. Did I make any impact on who they have become? Then I look at my Grandchildren they too are EXCEPTIONAL young people. They are following their dreams. My younger grandchildren make me smile. As many of my fellow adults know this is a plus every day. So, as I watch my children raise their children, it makes me think that maybe some of my parenting skills have been passed on to the two of them.
            I’m not sad that I followed my husband in a move that improved his job and along with our financial status. I’m proud of his accomplishments; I don’t know if I had a hand in any of it but know I supported his dreams. 
            What I regret is the fact that there have been times I have been so afraid of failure that I have not acted upon a dream or goal myself. I also regret that the fear of failure has made me believe less of myself. Less of what I would have encouraged my children to do knowing full well what they were able to accomplish. I regret setting on the sideline being everyone else’s cheerleader and forgetting how to cheer for myself. I cannot blame anyone else for this failure; no one asked me to give up my dreams, no one stopped me from trying. I stopped myself. When I hear of others successes, I wish for more for myself, but wishing will not make it so only the doing can make dreams come true.
             I’m reminded of a Burma Shave commercial that I use to tell my kids and have forgotten. “Mine is not to reason why mine is to do or die.” I think that is where I am with my writing these days. I know I have to do it; there is no doubt that this is what I’m supposed to be doing. Fear aside it is time to get to work. Failure or success, either way, it is time to cheer for me.  
                           Till Next Time:  Remember Who You Are

                                February 12, 2018
                                 Do You Telegraph Your Sunday Values?

        The Collins English Dictionary defines the noun telegraph as a system for transmitting messages from a distance along a wire, especially one creating signals by making and breaking an electrical connection. The telegraph verb to telegraph someone means to send them a message by telegraph.

      My definition of Sunday values are acts of kindness, generosity, charitable service to others.

    Our world today revolves around a computer screen or cell phone. Instant messenger and text messaging are new forms of communication; we never have to hear a human voice. Generosity comes in the form of a check, credit card or through pay pal.

    We now deliver our Sunday values through telecommunication. Hiding behind wire or wireless devices, in my opinion, has made us shallow, we no longer need to show up.

    Life is showing up, being there for others sharing our values and ourselves.

    Life happens when we show up.

    We now e-mail invitations, thank you notes, and words of sympathy. We mail checks or send our credit card number through pay pal for our donation to various causes, charities, and memorials.

    People do want our words and money. They also crave our presence. We all wish to see a face filled with love, kindness, and support. We all need to use our hands in help, our devotion in deeds for others, our belief in the charities we support.

    Life happens when we show up.

   People want to feel the warmth and pressure of a hug, not the emoticons from an Instant Message, not condolences with a card, but being able to see our tears and a shoulder to share the pain. People don’t want to read a blog about ranting or success stories. Most of us still want to see the light in a person’s eye or to give a high five with shared enthusiasm.

    Life happens when we show up.

    When we ladle food unto a plate for the homeless, we see that they are fed. When we deliver a meal to a shut-in, they not only need the nutritional sustenance but the sound of a voice, a person who helps to chase away the lonely day. When we pull a blanket up over a sleeping child, who has arrived at the shelter because once more Dad hit Mom. When we pound nails to frame a house, we see a person’s home materialize from a pile of boards and shingles.

    Life happens when we show up.

    When we run four hundred miles for a cause when with every footfall we remember the courage and the fight a person has delivered to overcome and survive a devastating illness. When we attend the banquet or performance in person, not watch it on a video, we can praise the accomplishments with thunderous applause.

    Life happens when we show up.

    When we ring the bell in the cold and snow and then thank the person, who places the change in the bucket. Instead, so often we soothe our conscience by sending a check or hoping someone else has the time to take our place.

    Life happens when we show up when we participate in person.

                        Till Next Time…Remember Who You Are!