Holiday Traditions

It’s Black Friday, and if you are one of the brave souls who venture out on this infamously crazy day, more power to you. For me, this day has come to mean clean up! 

My family and I are truly blessed with how amazing our family is, both blood and chosen. When we get together, a good time is had by all, and the feast is bountiful! Yesterday, for Thanksgiving, the story was tenfold. We all have so much to be thankful for, and I am so thankful for the full house of wonderful people, plentiful food, and beautiful memories made. 

Moving on to today, it’s now time to clean it all up, and I seriously just want to sell my house. Forget it all, and move out of the mess! The next person can deal with it. 

In reality, it’s really not that bad. Two loads into the dishwasher, a dozen wipes, vacuum, and mop later, my house is starting to look a bit more in order again.

Tomorrow, I am hopeful the true traditions will begin. Setting up the Christmas tree, decorating the house, making gingerbread houses; it’s time to start the Christmas traditions! And as I have said previously, I am overly excited for this year. 

Dishwasher just dinged. Onto the next load. Someone send a search party if I don’t post in a few days! First place to look, in the sink, under the dishes!

Selfish, a poem

I once wondered what it would be like to be you,

To travel the roads you have taken,

To have seen the world through your eyes.

I once considered what life meant to you,

In your endless adventures,

And your wild child ways.

I once thought how different you may be

If you saw it through my eyes,

But then you would have to be selfless,

And I’m not sure it is in you.

Remembering You

I see your face in every moon, shining down on me.

I see your smile in every sunrise and your beautiful heart in every sunset.

You fill my days with memories, none that will are new.

But now I see you everywhere. 

A constant reminder of you.

Happy birthday, KAK! I miss you everyday.

Warm-hearted vs. Soft-hearted

While at work, a few of my coworkers and I were asked to find words that best described ourselves. Two of these words caught my attention as they could surely be argued as synonymous with one another, but I feel as if there is a very large distinction between the two: warm-hearted and soft-hearted.

Warm-hearted to me means kind, friendly, and empathetic. It means caring about people and treating them with respect when they show the same kindness. It would involve genuinely feeling for someone, not in unison with someone, but in reaction to another’s feelings.

Soft-hearted to me means overly nice, emotionally involved, and overly sympathetic. Instead of understanding and seeking to support people, soft-hearted people would experience the pain with them and become weaker for it. 

Being soft-hearted to me means you allow another to burden you with their pain or weakness. Your friend is going through a bad break-up, your heart breaks, too. You watch a sad commercial or movie and are in tears.

If you were warm-hearted, you’d build that friend back up again, be strong for them, and help them through the rough time. If you saw a sad commercial for ASPCA, you’d go out and adopt a pet, or donate your time and/or money to the cause. You wouldn’t allow it to affect you negatively, but use it as a driver for something positive.

Soft-hearted, while still needed in some situations in the world, I’m sure, is not where I would categorize myself. Warm-hearted is much more like it.

Chasing the sun

I’ve chased the sun from one end of the world to the next.

I’ve skipped time over the varying parts of the world.

Does it make me well versed?

Does it mean I am younger?

I’ve chased the sun on the horizon for so long.

I’ve chased the insatiable need for a new day everyday.

I’ve forgotten the millions of stars which light the night.

I’ve forgotten the possibility of uncertainty in darkness.

I’ve chased the sun for so many years, I’ve forgotten the serenity of twilight.