Every Morning I say…

“I will have a good day, today! Today, if something bad happens; I want to be able to process the bad in my mind; and I certainly want to find the good in it to move my life forward!”…This is my tip to me.  My mornings begin with this short phrase.  A short phrase, which, for sure, has an enormous impact on my day.  I’ve been doing this for a few years now.  This short phrase has now developed into a healthy habit in my life.

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A bad thing happened here. All parties involved, thankfully, were fine. My daughter was shaken up. She was one of the parties involved. The accident happened four months ago. She still thinks about it and has become a more conscious driver. The bad in this has been processed. And, the good in this is that we are able to move forward in our lives. Lesson learned.

What do you say to yourself each morning before starting your day?

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I’ll go for a walk… with who?

When I crossed our main street to get to the sidewalk, Thomas, my beagle, pulled me to the left, a path we rarely take, as I, automatically, turned to the right, a path we usually take.  I decided to follow his lead.  He seemed happy.  His tail wagging, he took his time walking.

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Nice cool breeze on a warm wintry day kept embracing us. And, the mostly cloudy day felt more like spring, not winter.  I felt my mind happily hopping.  I heard a complex symphony of sounds in the background – The chirping of the birds flying over us; the humming of the cars whizzing by us; the soft bark of a dog coming from nearby distance; the rustling of  leaves on trees around us.

As Thomas and I sauntered, I couldn’t help but chuckle remembering an encounter with an acquaintance – I had asked her about why she preferred walking alone.  She had blatantly answered, “Sweetie, because I can fart freely!”

I, too, realize walking by myself is immensely satisfying!  An accurate definition of myself would be  – me and my dog!  These walks are exclusive –  My conversations with myself remain private; my quiet times remain absolutely and phenomenally soothing; my silly but unavoidable burps, spits, and farts become one with the nature :).  Thomas and I walk completely immersed in our own worlds.  I walk leisurely at my own pace.  Actually, leisurely at Thomas’ pace :).  But, both walking, joyfully.

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December 31, 2015

My usual daily walk, this morning, was usual in every sense; except that it was not usual.   On this particular walk, every time, I passed a walker or a dog-walker,  I was made aware that TODAY is the LAST DAY of the year 2015.  And, this fact made today’s walk an un-usual one.  “Happy new year,” “Happy 2016,” “Have a great new year,” “All the best in 2016.”  These were wishes wished to me by the people I passed.

I started to get into the spirit of this day.  With my pace trying to catch up with Thomas, my beagle; I felt my thoughts trying to catch up with this passing day.  All the wishes started to swirl inside my head – no homelessness, no poverty, no killings, no hunger, no rapes, no child abuse, no child trafficking, no abuse, no animal abuse, no misuse of power and money…OH! MY THOUGHTS BECAME UNSTOPPABLE!  My pace and blood flow followed!  I realized that I ultimately wanted only ONE thing for our world, our earth, our planet, for 2016 and years beyond 2016:

Please, there be peace in this world. 

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Right, Right and Right! … A Short Thought

It’s the right thing to think that this planet is my Mother-Earth!  But it’s not my right to own it.  But it’s time to make that right turn to care for this planet.

It’s the right thing to think that I must devote my time to raise and love my offsprings!  But it’s not my right to own them.  But it’s time to make that right turn to set them free and let them spread their wings.

It’s the right thing to think that I must love myself.  But it’s not my right to own myself.  So, it’s time to make that right turn to open my heart to live, laugh and love.  And, towards the end make that right turn to become one with Mother Earth, who ultimately has the right to own me.  And, that is the right thing to do!

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Little events — make me wonder and ponder!

November 2015:  My daughter wants her friends to make tie-dye shirts during her sleepover birthday party.  We buy a kit at a craft store for $12.  (Not bad!)

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Birthday party day arrives – While my daughter and her friends go for bowling and pizza; we, her Dad and I, set up her tie-dye stuff —  plastic tablecloth, gloves, paper towels, buckets, shirts and the kits.  All set!  (We are relieved!)

My daughter calls around 9 p.m., “I’m cancelling the tie-dye activity because it’s too late.”  She tells us to get rid of  the stuff before they arrive home.  Hurriedly, her Dad runs down to the basement, and quickly rolls up the plastic tablecloth with the tie-dye stuff, and sticks the whole thing behind our office area.  (Whew!  All set! Relieved again!)  Next morning, party comes to a nice end, after a round of cinnamon rolls for everyone.  (Yummy!)

 

December 2015:  One month later.

10:30 A.M. – I go to the craft store and return the tie-dye kit.  I get my $12 back.   Now, I have some cash in my wallet.  (I feel happy!)

2:30 P.M. – I drove my daughter to the animal shelter where she walks, loves and plays with the dogs.  She does this 6-days a week.

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5 P.M. – I pick her up from the shelter.  (I can’t wait to go home and relax).  Just then my daughter gets a call from a friend to join her for a holiday show.  (No more relaxing!). (Oh, her Dad can drop her.) (Yay!) (I feel relaxed already!)

6:30 P.M. – She needed money to buy a ticket for the show.  (Not an issue!).  I give her the two $5 bills from the return I made at the craft store.  (Down to $2 in my wallet.)

6:40 P.M. – Almost out of our drive way, I watch the car suddenly stop.  (Why?)  “Hurry, I need $2 more, tickets are $12.”  I run inside — grab two $1 bills — give them to her.  Off they go!  (My wallet is now cash-free!) (But, now I can relax — that’s priceless!)

What just happened here?  Little things just happened here!  My returning the tie-dye kit! Receiving the $12! Giving away that same $12 for tickets!  The ticket price happening to be $12.  Hmm!

DING! My thoughts were abruptly paused by a text.  “Can u check to see if the money fell in the driveway?”  (What?!) ($ lost!) (Already!) (How?!) (And, just like that! – POOF!) (The $12 vanished)  (How?!) (I think I asked that before … but really) (How?!)

“Not in the driveway.  It has to be in the car cuz u did not come out of the car,”  I text her back.

“Can’t find it.  Please, just bring another $12 when u pick me up,” she texted back.

So very weird?  I went through the entire tie-dye chain of events – buying the kit, returning the kit, giving the money from the return to my daughter!  Only to have it lost!  Small events make me wonder and ponder!

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Companionable to Honorific

“I’m so happy you are here,” I say to my Dad, gently kissing him on his cheek.  “I am too.  I am, too,” he replies reaching for his grand-kids.  My daughter hugs him tightly. She is 2 1/2-years-old; and my son, 9-months-old.  This is a penultimate to ‎ Honorific article which I wrote in July 2014.  He made many trips to see us, but this was a trip my dad made 16 years ago.  My kids are now, teenagers.

My daughter is standing up on an adjacent chair where my dad is sitting; her tiny body resting on my dad’s right shoulder. My dad is eating his breakfast.  She’s watching him intently; now poking his cheeks, touching his head; then pulling his scarce hair; and finally, wanting to play with his food.  She is trying to take his toast out of his hands.  He let’s her take it. She dunks it in his tea!  I react,  “No, No, No!”  My dad quickly comes to her defense, “Let her.”  I step aside.  I help my son eat his breakfast.

In focus, is my peripheral vision: The toast, all of it now, is drowned in his tea-cup.  She is attempting to scoop it out with a spoon, only to splatter the content all over the table.  I remain quiet.  She puts the spoon down, but does not give up!  She puts her fingers in the cup, and takes a bit of soggy toast out in her pincer grasp.  A success!  She feeds that to my dad.  YUCK!  He, lovingly, eats it.  Patience and love, that was my dad.  Once she was done, my dad gladly cleaned the mess.

Another beautiful sunny, warm, and breezy day.  I look out the dining room window into our backyard and see my dad watching my daughter play in her sand pit.  I’m so happy he is here!  I notice him adjusting his thick eye-glasses, a few times.  The breeze must be bothering his eyes.

It’s already evening, I’m making my way to the kitchen to fix dinner.  I see my dad standing still in the hallway.  I ask, “Is everything okay, dad?”  He calmly says, “my vision seems blurry.”  I’m nervous now; he then says his vision is good.  I go on to make dinner.  During dinner, we talk about the house-painters, who were coming to paint our house.

The house gets painted in two days.  My dad seems happy with the paint job, “looks bright and beautiful,” he says.  It’s also time for my dad to return home, in upstate NY.  I live in the south.  “Get your eyes checked, ASAP,” I remind him as we drive to the airport.  He leaves.  Tears roll down my eyes.

Life, after his visit, went on as usual for a few months.  My dad’s eye-check-up went well.  However, at his next eye-check-up, six months later, the doctor said he had to have an eye surgery.  The ophthalmologist operated on both his eyes to save his vision.  But, his vision did not return.

Life, for him, was in a dark place.  He managed traveling with help, and came to “see” his grand kids.  He kept his spirits up.  He laughed and told us jokes while we sat together at the dinner table.  I would let him know placement of food on his dinner plate – 12 o’clock was broccoli, 3 o’clock was bread, 6 o’clock chicken, and 9 o’clock potatoes, and so on.

Nine years had passed…  “I’m a busy man, you know.  My time flies, too.  I THINK – all day long!” My dad would say to us, smiling, when he felt that we were feeling bad for him.  My kids had grown older and taller;  my dad, older and weaker.  He continued living his life in peace, grace, and gratitude; and in deep darkness.  A positive man in his core; my dad lived with great strength. 

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Companionable.”

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If You Leave…


It’s been cloudy and raining, intermittently, all day since yesterday.  Still, a nice fall day.  Today, however, it’s chilly, due to cold gusty wind.  I’m all ready for my walk, dressed in layers, for this day.  But my walking companion, Sir Thomas, still in the same spot since 7:30 AM.  It’s 11:15 AM, now.  He looks like a hot-dog stuffed in a bun on our couch.

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Hot-dog Sir Thomas

“Let’s get you ready boy, and go for our walk,”  I say to him.  He gives me a stare, which, I can hear loud and clear, “I am not going anywhere, today; you carry on alone, without me…I’ll try losing my extra pounds later.”  “I’m not giving up!” determined, I said.  Enough bugging from me finally gets him off the couch.  Without wasting time, within seconds, I get him ready.  We head out the garage door, and I turn left to walk out of our neighborhood.  Suddenly I’m pulled! In the opposite direction!

“Let me…” Sir Thomas seem to say to me, pulling me to a spot in the middle of our front yard, “Pee!”  Relieved,  he looks around, and sets his stride back toward the garage door, to go inside.   “No! We haven’t even started our walk!” I scream.

It’s ever-so-slightly sprinkling, and the wind has picked up…it’s gusty, for sure.  He really wants to skip this walk!  I pull him away from our house to get out of the neighborhood.  He pulls me toward the house.  I pull him away.  He pulls me toward…I pull him away…he gives in…he has no choice.  Sweet thing.  I love him.

Off we go, outside our neighborhood.  We hurriedly cross a street to get to our walking path. Those darn trees!  Sir Thomas takes forever to move from there.  He sniffs every angle of this one particular tree trunk.  Then, of course, marks a spot on it.

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“Hi, it’s not too bad out here.” Enjoying the sniffing.

We  make a move again.  He’d rather be snuggled, today, comfortably on the couch.  He’s walking, today, because of me.  He loves me!

Despite the weather today, we are enjoying the nature.  We hear the birds chirp, the leaves rustle, the wind whistle, whisper and swoosh.  We see no one else out here, today.   But, we see hundreds of leaves here today, flying and falling to the ground.

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“Leaves, leaves, and leaves! Every leaf has a potential to be sniffed and marked, by me. “

As we head back home from our walk, Sir Thomas’ pace gets faster.  I smile at his eagerness to get home.  Once inside the house, I notice his tail go up, completely.

“Glad that’s over!” Sir Thomas tells me; actually, his eyes tell me that!  He hits the couch; yawns, stretches and gets ready to snooze.  “Life, you are too good!  If you leave, I’m following you.”

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Never! Ever (ever) EVER am I leaving this couch!

Just so you know Sir Thomas, I had a wonderful time today.  Those moments are now in the past.  Those beautiful moments are behind us!  This weather  – if you leave me – I know you’ll be back again.  This gusty wind and this chill – if you leave me – I know you’ll be back soon.  Time – if you leave me – you are not coming back.  Life – if you leave me – you are not returning.  And, that’s the reason I take the time to enjoy my life with you, Sir Thomas:)  Our walks are always interesting.  We won’t let our walks leave us!  We will walk tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and everyday after that!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “If You Leave.”

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A good day, today!

No reactions, no hot headed-ness, no judgments, no arguments, no attitudes.  Kept my cool and did not react instantly.  Was a busy day, but ended up having a good day, today!

8 AM: My husband dropped my daughter to school.  Gave me extra time to enjoy my breakfast.

8:30 – 10:30 AM: Workout time!

11:30 AM: Checked out my daughter from school for physical therapy for an elbow injury.

12 PM: My daughter had lunch at a local restaurant.  I filled out paperwork for therapy session.

1:00 PM: Therapy time!  The therapist asked my daughter her expectations from the session.  I quickly answered, “Good news. She wants to hear that she can go to gymnastics again.”

2:00 PM: Therapist said, “She’s all good to go to gymnastics, but she still needs to be back for two more sessions.  That’s to make sure everything is going good as she eases into it.”

2:40 PM: My daughter goes back to school.

2:45 PM: I had my lunch – late!  Salad with chicken, strawberries, dried cranberries.  Yummy.

4 PM: My daughter returned home from school, played with the dogs, then got ready for gymnastics.  Totally excited since she had missed several weeks of it.

4:15 PM: I called a photo studio to register my daughter for her senior picture session.  After holding for 15 minutes I got a representative.  But our connection cracking!  Heck, I was not going to call again and wait again.  Finally got good connection, I had to be outside my house.  I felt a big relieve!

5 PM: I called the gymnastic place to make a payment.  The director said that she will not charge me until she sees how my daughter does today.  I was impressed…great customer service!

5:30 PM: Took my beagle for a walk.  My husband took our pit bull.  Great walk!

6:30 PM: Dinner time!  I skewered marinated chicken.  Then grilled it with peppers, onions.  Baked a potato and split it in half.  My husband sautéed peas.  He loves peas.

7 PM:  Had dinner out on the deck.  Gave dogs chewy treats.  Lit a candle.  Enjoyed a beautiful cool evening.

8 PM: My daughter returned from gymnastics.  All went well…she can continue.  Good news!  She had dinner…Edamame Pasta and Fruit smoothie.

9 PM:  Daughter started on her homework.  Dogs decided to rest.  Husband went to play tennis.  I sat to blog.  Son rehearsing saxophone with a group of friends, should be coming home soon – 15 hours at school!  Yikes.

Day is over.  Evening has gracefully given into quiet sleepy night.

I really wanted to blog about this day.  Everyday can be like this.  Advice: Need to keep my cool, and not react instantly in any situation!  Since I want good days like today, I’ll be reminding myself of this advice frequently.  Good days to you all too:)

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Three Goals: for The Unstoppable Optimistic!

Here are my three goals for my blog:
  1. Celebrate my blog’s first anniversary, when it arrives.  Then, continue posting on my blog, with zest, of course.  
  2. Start writing, writing and writing, like a novelist.   
  3. Make tons of blog friends…share and learn a lot of anything and everything from each other, and mostly support and enjoy different blogs!

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