When September arrived I had posted nothing. My apologies to my reading audience. I respect you too much to ignore you. The month flew by while my mind was preoccupied with 'other things'.
I'd had two posts ready to edit but time slipped by. I had totally forgot. Our Mr. Wiggler had a medical mystery while other matters seemed to preoccupy me. My posts suffered. So sorry!! I will endeavour to do better by you in this month of October.
My writing became an important part of who I am when my editor - 10 years ago - told me I had to write, that the world needed to hear from me. The fire was ignited. She was 18 years old then. Sometimes, my posts interest some people. Other times, only three of you are reading my posts. Everything is relevant. Life does not change that much, decade to decade.
I am truly honoured to have anyone reading what I write. In high school, English literature and composition were subjects that seemed foreign to me. Math and languages brightened my hours, my days. Ideas, thoughts and answers to English exam questions were always a struggle. Then I graduated and became free! I could do what I wanted to do, academically, or nothing at all. I had free will. Then something changed inside me. My writing improved. My editor appeared decades later to push me into another stratosphere - the internet.
With freedom we have only ourselves to blame/praise for choices made. Without freedom we have the choice of blaming others. A dulling of our senses sets in. There is no direction. Effort makes no difference. We stagnate and wither away. When others control us, we have no reason to strive for excellence. We are left wondering when, while waiting and waiting for the next step which is usually more of nothing in the guise of boredom and stress. Who wins the commodity game? Probably the one closer to the top.
If government is a formidable force in our lives, then chaos will begin to rule our everyday lives. We take a number mentally. It is invisible at the beginning, a lovely soft pillow upon which to rest. Then the fearsome begins its slow reach into our lives, a sinister, predictable distraction that slithers here and there without being noticed much until lines begin to form . When is it our turn? ...
Our children were raised to have a mind of their own. Worrying about their choices as teens and adults was not in our job description. It was theirs! Their parents had minds of their own, too, fully executed because we had power over our domain- wherever it was. We paid the bills!
If there is no dress rehearsal, early in life, then trouble is afoot. As parents we wonder “are they o.k., is he o.k. wherever they wander. Others will assert control over them because they forgot to practice! Start them young.
An immovable mind is a wonder to behold when it lies within your child in those critical moments in life. .. Again thank you for reading my stuff. I am truly honoured and sorry for missing September. I will endeavor to do better, much better.
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