Mini Thread...
My chores at work are done until the things I have to do after 7am need to be done. I found myself unable to wait until I got to the shop, so grabbed my guitar out of the car and sat down to reunite myself with an old friend. Sobbed uncontrollably!
It feels like a hole in my heart has been healed. ❤️🥰😍
The kind man who did this amazing thing for me would not take payment. He asked only 1 thing, that I play a couple of hymns at his funeral with a couple of musician friends of his, because he's played that guitar...
since he bought it from me, until he played it one last time yesterday when he played for me.
Oh boy! I'm an emotional mess. It will be an honor to play for him. I have much work to do, don't know how much longer he has, and I am beyond rusty in my skills.
I have about 20 minutes to get the feels under control. I'll upset my ladies if they see me crying. They won't comprehend that they are happy tears, they'll think something is wrong.
Today's thread
It weighs heavy on my mind.
It's all about weight.
It's on my bucket list.
When I was 3, I was a tiny thing. I had white hair and people used to ask my Mom if I was an albino! It would later turn to a golden blond, then dishwater blond, then ash brown, and now it's very grey. I weighed 25 pounds and was put on a medication to make me eat more.
Once puberty hit, I started turning into a chunky monkey. Everyone joked that the pills I took as a little kid must have gotten stuck. Once the active play of childhood was replaced by a love of books, I was no longer burning many calories. I didn't participate in any sports.
Today, I'm going to work on that constant uncomfortable super icky feeling from always starting things and not finishing them. My goal is to pick one thing, try not to see rabbit holes (pray for me!), and get one thing wrapped up. I'm off to complete the Tweetable Safer Project!
Oh sure, I fall in a rabbit hole, stroll over to twitter and my own dang tweet shows up in the feed.
SKIP! Get the H. E. Double Hockey Sticks off of here and go finish your project! <Yes, I'm yelling at myself. Ya'all are too nice to do it for me>
GRRRRRRRRRR
DONE!!! I finished a project! Whoo-Hoo! I get to play on the internets, read books, and strum my guitar the rest of the day. Maybe have a bite (tiny) of chocolate. Well, at least for a couple of hours until I go to bed.
Today's Thread:
Every job is important!
No matter what you do, you can make a difference!
(Threading is the new blogging)
It seems like sometimes I get a perverse pleasure beating myself up for not living up to my full potential. I had the capability to go to college, get one of those fancy degrees, and earn some serious money. Mom being so low income, I could have gotten a free education.
People with fancy degrees intimidate the crap out of me. They don't have to do anything intimidating. It's all in my head, I give them that power over me. I put them higher than myself and view them better than me.
Today's Thread:
The Road to Happy Memories
Today is a very special day!
Warning: I have lots of music stories to share, these are but a few. This will be a long thread!
(Threading is the new Blogging)
I've always been drawn to music. Almost all kinds of music. The first instrument I played was the antique organ we had in our basement. It was a beautiful, ornate, Victorian looking thing. It had cutouts with red velvet behind them.
2 pedals by the floor you pumped to make it work, 2 pedals under the keyboard your worked with your knees and a row of knobs above the keyboard to pull out to change the sound. I was too little to reach the pedals, so Mom would put me on her lap and pump the pedals while she...
12:47am. I need to be awake by 2:30am for work. I've been awake since 10:30. Wide awake. Going to be a long ass day (again). But my mood is good, I didn't wake up because of nightmares.
We've all heard the debunked myth that vaping causes Popcorn Lung or Bronchiolitis obliterans. That name came from when people in a popcorn factory developed the illness. What I didn't know is people who get lung transplants also get this.
An ingredient in very few flavorings used in e-liquids is what was accused of having the potential to cause Popcorn lung. (But it's never actually caused it that I'm aware of). What I find interesting in my sleep depraved ramblings is that another ingredient in e-liquids...
Today's Thread:
FEAR
I'm going to try to be brave enough to share some icky stuff, so if you're sensitive to the ugly things humans do to each other, don't read this thread.
(Threading is the new blogging)
It just struck me that in the past year, I've faced a lot of fears. I know it's important to be humble, so please excuse me basking in a moment of pride. It's not comfortable being prideful, but I think we all need to learn to give ourselves credit when we've earned it.
And baby, I earned this!
I've always been angry with myself for being what I call a "chicken shit". The smallest things set me into a whirlwind of fear, doubt, and shame.