I’ve always wanted to write a book. Many a fictional story line has gone swirling through my head. The trashy love novel, the swashbuckling handsome pirate gets the sultry damsel, the murder mystery with the awesome private eye who falls in love with the suspect… so many ideas.
It’s not like I didn’t have enough of my own personal ” I GOT ONE FOR YOU ” stories. I had many of those ranging from the time I pulled a boat through a lake in the Poconos because the prop fell off about 50ft. from the shore. The kicker was that one of the most imposing men God put on earth sat in the boat at the motor while I trudged through mud and God knows what to get to a dock so he could get out and go get the truck and trailer – dry of course! All of this I accomplished while having a conversation with a man on shore walking his dog that couldn’t help himself and asked me how the water was…
Or the time I road tripped out to Ohio in a huge old Suburban with the same imposing man, an elderly gentleman who was deaf and had a heart attack at one point, and another young lady who was just a sweet heart. On the way home, we were running out of gas. The imposing man announced this as we got off the interstate, the elderly man thought he said it was time to eat…It was just that kind of moment. On the way downhill to the station (downhill – thank goodness) we officially ran out of gas, we coasted to the pump and as we closed in on the gas station we all jumped out to push – WITH the exception of the large imposing man who stayed in the vehicle “TO STEER”! The elderly gentleman jumped out first giving me a case of guilt, the young lady next and then myself. From his throne on high, the large imposing man proceeded to tell me “honey, you can’t push while laughing!” I won’t put to paper all the words that came out of my mouth while looking at gravel, sweating and pushing but I will tell you not one of them was “honey” ! I continued to laugh, just about drooling, as was the young lady by the time we were done. We got the gas and we got home…
Or the time – well, I’ll stop because there is a ton of them and it’s not what my book would be about even though they are a part of me.
I just never knew how to do this book thing or where to start and I don’t know what makes me think all of a sudden it will work. But, hey, you don’t know if you don’t try – right? I’ve bought books on writing, looked into classes; I’ve looked to my intelligent daughter to guide me, started more than once and never finished a one. My oldest sister always prompted me to write because she always enjoyed the style of letters I would send her while the kids were growing up, which is exactly what I’ve done and you are reading. One day out of the blue it takes shape in my head and I just start putting it to paper and here it is. It’s exactly what’s in my head and how I would tell you in person along with an occasional arm-waving episode to add drama! Scary thought if you know me!
Now I just feel the need to put our story to paper. It may mean nothing to anyone but I hope you find it inspirational, maybe something to read when you have a quiet moment. You can read it a page or chapter at a time if you want. It’s just ongoing – like my thoughts. Maybe it will make you smile or spark a memory that might be similar that you haven’t thought of in awhile or perhaps it might tug at a heartstring once in awhile. I hope at moments it will help you feel you’re not alone; there are other people out there with trials and tribulations – some worse, some a trifle less. It’s a matter of perspective.
No matter what that problems, they are problems still the same and affect people in different ways. That’s a point I’m still learning. There are days where I can’t figure out why people can’t just handle some things. Take your big boy or big girl pill and help yourself a little. God helps those who help themselves I was always told. Get a grip.
That’s me – I do have compassion but I am direct, and have a low tolerance after a good spell of patience – perhaps not always the brightest bulb in the pack.
There are ways to help you cope and see a blessing, even if it’s just to smile to yourself or laugh out loud. One of my favorite ways to unload or therapy you can call – depends on where you live – probably in the big city it’s called therapy and you pay big money for it – it the country it’s called unloading and usually done with your best friend – it is going to breakfast with my best friends and whining over eggs, home fries and toast – of course this includes lots of coffee! I believe all best friends should get paid therapist wages on the side but on the flip side – I’m there for them if need!
Maybe some days you just need to let the tears start and end when they are ready to but don’t let that rule your judgment or be the way you handle problems all the time. It uses a lot of energy and if you are like me you probably have a roaring headache in the end; you are dog-tired and have accomplished absolutely nothing. That happened to me just the other day; trust me – I’m telling you the truth. I cried for hours over an announcement I read and it did me no good, it gave me a headache, made me really tired and upset my daughter to see me out of control. I’m supposed to be the strong one of the group. It’s a chore that has been given to Mom’s through the ages and who am I to not carry that torch and fall down on the job.
Perhaps your problems will not cease immediately but at least you have a shot at seeing a blessing in the mean time while God decides the timing of easing your burdens. The blessing – maybe something you normally would not have observed.