The small things don't matter

As the tornado of emotion dissipates, you find yourself sitting on the outside watching those that thrive on chaos and feed off of others despair...and wondering why you let these vampires suck the life out of you for so long.  They throw out tendrils barbed with triggers they know will engage you...but only so long as you accept those triggers.  Eventually, you have to decide:  Shit?  Or get off the pot? 

The truth that I imagine I knew all along has come out about not only Tom but others, and I realize that they require misery and dysfunction in their world.  That is a sad way to live.

So, while my life might not be perfect and it's far from successful, I know that the path I'm on is the right one for me at the moment.  It's the path I need to take to give my daughters what they will need in the future.  My kids all know that they are my reason for living, and that I'm doing everything I can to fix the mistakes I've made in the past.  No one else matters.

Why do we let others feelings matter?

I sometimes wonder, "Why do I let anyone else's needs, wants, or opinions control my life?"  And by "anyone" I mean those who are obviously quite against my current life path.

The world is such an amazing place with so much to explore and learn...I think I'm done wasting my time with those who choose to live in their own negative vacuum.

Life is good today....

I’d like to share my friend Lila Klute with the world

Lila is my neighbor and she’s a wonderful, kind woman.  She is an artist that has lived all over the world, and was taught by some very famous people.  She’s been teaching my kids art for a while.  They are already budding artists but we love spending time with her and you really can never learn too much.
She had a heart attack last week and we spent a few days at the hospital.  She came back home over the weekend and holiday and then we had to go back to the hospital again last night.

Well, it seems that the damage done during her heart attack is not repairable, and she is not expected to make it much longer.

I’m sure her sons are really trying to get here to be with her.  At least I hope they are.  She had been looking forward to it so much.

I am taking care of her house and cat until someone else from her family can get here.  I am going to take some pictures of her paintings so that the world can share in her joy.  Maybe I’ll even share some of her adventures that she liked to tell about.

And now I’m off to the hospital…