I have always loved the look and feel of being in the mountains. I am in awe of the magnificence of mountains and the fact that they even exist. Peaceful and serene, they stand like sentries. Whether they beautifully green or shades of oranges and reds. I often think of my metaphorical mountains, no matter the mountain, I want and must persevere.
Christmas season is in full swing. This has significantly different impacts on people. For children, it’s incredibly exciting and joyful. For working moms it can bring stress and overwhelming anxiety. For people mourning loss, it can bring a deeper, more acute reminder of pain. But, no matter who we are today, my hope is that it brings some element of magic.
I've never been a jealous person. I've always understood that we all have something that makes us superstars. I never envy other's gifts. I relish them. I know this isn't true for everyone.
Getting older can be a daunting task. There is a constant battle with self-image. It's hard to fight the urge to believe that if you are over fifty, specifically women, you are now useless and unattractive, a double whammy. Of course, this is if you buy into the assumption that your worth is defined by whether others see you as useful. Somehow the fact that you are present and are a unique individual is not enough. As if the miracle you are has a use-by date and the world ignores you after that date. The simple fact that of all the combinations that could have occurred, my combo won out. This combination should be enough to make me a treasure. Thanks, mom and dad, for your contributions in making me uniquely me.
This country is in a very tough place right now. We can all at least agree on that. There is a pandemic. There is racial inequality. There is an increase in unemployment. There is rioting and targeted violence. There is also a huge upcoming election that will no doubt be historical to this nation. Most notably, there is ALOT to DISAGREE