Someone’s viewpoint is their own. Empathy allows you to see someone else’s point of view. I like to look at things from all sides, roll it around in my head, then decide how I feel. This makes me forgive easily, this makes me love easier. I takes me a long time to get angry.

I find it so interesting how people react in situations. I tend to not react immediately. I almost go slow motion in some situations. When chaos arrives, I am level headed and then afterwards…I need a minute. I was having a garage sale with a friend of mine, when another neighbour of mine was coming to the house with my then 4 year old. My daughter was crying, her hands were clasped in front of her, my neighbour was explaining that her dog had bit her. I started scanning my kid up and down and as they got to me, my neighbour turned her around and lifted her shirt. There were two fang marks deep in her back. I took her to my friend and said, take her to your house and clean the wounds, I couldn’t let my other daughter see because she was a reactor, she would of been inconsolable. Then when I had the younger one all arranged, I took my other daughter to the hospital where she was admitted. They needed to be sure her lung wasn’t punctured. I did all the things to get through this crisis and when everything was fine and back to normal, I was able to have a solo meltdown and carry on. Invaluable tool as a parent, but you do have to have that moment to deal with the punches afterwards.

That moment is pivotal, continually shoving emotions aside is not healthy. Not allowing yourself to deal with moments of grief, and fear can create long term effects. Unresolved trauma is a whole other thing, anxiety is likely the result.

Have to ever watched Parenthood with Steve Martin? I love that movie! It has several family perspectives. Steve Martin has kids and his siblings have kids, and his parents weigh into it. It is his Grandmother that I love! Everyone is reacting in this one scene, and Gramma makes a parallel of life to a merry go round vs a rollercoaster, I cry every time, even when I write about it now. In this scene it has the ride in the backdrop as each person reacts.
You need to watch it! I am with Gramma, when the rollercoaster is up, be sure you put your hands up and enjoy the ride!

The internet world is fascinating, until it isn’t. Instant information, does anyone even get a paper anymore? I don’t think this access is always best. People take the information they see and run with it. Political views, personal debates, where to go, opinions, it is all right there. Even if you don’t want to see it, it’s there.

You talk about something, and now you see it everytime you log in, “it knows!” It actually doesn’t, there is several sections on all of your devices that offer to track your activity on websites and apps, that most of you leave on. As well as location services so you can use navigation and other apps. Check those under privacy, if you don’t want them toogle them off.

Mystery and sci fi, some love stories of UFO’s and Aliens, Bigfoot. Media can sensationalize everything. God forbid anyone do research, it is written, so it is true! Of course most of us look it up on the internet, because Wikipedia is right there. It is run and written by volunteers!

Have you ever tried to get rid of advertisements when you are on the web? Or get them off your newsfeed on Facebook, that is one heck of a job, almost as bad as getting rid of junk mail in your emails! I unfollowed and unliked on Facebook for an hour one morning, just to have it all back within a week.

It can be handy though. I can talk to my extended family from where ever I am. I can check in at home, to make sure I turned off the oven. I can see who is at the door. I can listen to any song, watch any show, shop, look up a recipe and check out design ideas! It has a better memory than me, and it can store the 7600 pictures I have! It is here to stay.

New weeks are stressful for me, but I try to forget what day it is. Everyday is a new day, you can’t do any day over. So just start the new day fresh! People get caught up in illusions and fantasy but live your dream. Face forward and march on.

People are always looking for the negative, even while doing something they want, they still look for negative. People complain and it escalates quickly. Where is your Joy? What if you went one day without complaining, could you do it? Create a positive zone, a gratitude journal, just be thankful and look for the good. Surround yourself with happiness, get rid of the nay sayers, the haters, the negative Nellies. What if your life was like that? Sure shit happens, but get past it and enjoy the fact that maybe you ate today, or have comfy socks. Who cares what others have, what do you have?

What if we didn’t take baby steps? Leaps and bounds instead, blind faith, go for the gold, guns a blazing! Ignore the voices in your head, cares aside, fears aside. Wow you could be, SHOULD be awesome. What are you waiting for? It isn’t going to come to you! Just do it! Life doesn’t wait, the clock ticks, every second counts, stop waiting!

Where does your path go? Where has it led you? Most important where can it take you? Decisions are always going to have to be made and you can only conquer your fears by doing. You know what to do, don’t say you don’t. Look inside yourself! Take your blinders off, take the fear of being judged out of the equation. You are you, and only you, are resposible for you. Don’t blame others, Be accountable to yourself! Love your life! You are alive!

When you don’t know, they know. Their young innocent selves, mindlessly wrapped up in their imaginary worlds. Maybe they seem too young or have no cares. Talk to your kids, something they have heard or their perception of it. They could have it all wrong, they may have a distorted view and be totally off base. When we went red during Covid the students were a buzz with the news. When they were asked what they knew or how they felt, the answers were enlightening. Most were worried about their parents. Did you know your kids were worried about you? Some had made it so big in their minds, they needed to talk.

Talk to them about bullying, make sure they know what it is. Being chased all recess during a tag game is not targeting. Be sure they know, they have a voice. Make sure they always tell, and to say “no, stop, I don’t like that”. Most important, tell them they do not have to play with someone that is making them feel bad. My daughter was once drug around the playground by her hood, several recesses in a row, I asked her if she told, and she said yes, at the end of recess. She couldn’t get away, so she couldn’t tell. I told her the next time it happened, to turn and scream as loud as she could in this person’s ear. She had an awesome scream, and it never happened again.

Including kids in the conversation is important, not the knitty gritty. Not your divorce details, or your problem with the neighbours, or finances No matter how mature they seem, some stuff is overshare.

Your job is to protect them, keep the worry or doubt from them. Let them be children. Laundry should remain in the laundry room. They are not your confident.

They listen, you think they don’t know, even my own sitting around a corner when grown ups are chatting. “The walls have ears,” was the clue to others that our privacy was being breached. Bare minimum is fine for the things they need to know. They hear you, and they don’t keep secrets… you are not fooling anyone.

I try. I envy the shows, where someone comes in and helps with the hard decisions. I have been on this journey for about a year. Kitchen and Livingroom were easy. Don’t go in the laundry room, furnace room or my closet. Clutter makes me cuckoo! It’s like being in a box, no windows, the room shrinks! I did my recroom recently and it feels great. Got rid of stuff, and stuffed stuff in the furnace room. Not really how it’s suppose to work. If I could just get real, not factor in anyones attachments, wow, stuff would be gone!

I have way too many clothes, I would love to do a big swap. Find a bunch of gal pals and put of our extras together and then just swap out our things! I don’t want to just get rid of it. It would be like flushing money, that’s what my mind says anyways.

Some organizers say, put all like things together. Like my VHS tapes, yup I still have them and VCR’s. I don’t watch them. I used to at the trailer in the summer. I just need to do it, already my mind is saying, not the disney ones!

Then the books, Christmas decorations, school supplies, arts and crafts. They are used, but not everyday. I’ve gotten better with books, recycle places will take them, give you a credit and you can get more. That feels good to me.

We all have stuff, and some things we get rid of and then need it or someone we know could of used it. Just aggravating to purge something and go out and buy it again. I try pay it forward, but apparently other people don’t want it either. I used to do yard sales, put it all out early and then drag it all back in, maybe 10% less then when you started. My last two yard sales, I forced myself to donate anything left over.

The key is before you purchase, really decide if it is practical to get it? Try on the clothes and be very skeptical. Wait twenty minutes and then decide. It drives hubby nuts when he shops with me and I pick things up, and then before we leave I have put things back! I don’t want to purchase just because, I want it to be essential. I actually enjoy grocery shopping because it is something I need.

I have made dents in the chaos, it has to be on my own and my own pace. I have called on my kids to judge clothes when I have a pile that I just can’t get through. I have to laugh when I find an old diary and it always starts with, “This is the year I get organized. ” I do have organized chaos in the corners of my house. It is 75% better than it ever was, maybe this is the year I get organized?

You spend so much time raising your kids, that one day you realize it’s done. You will never really be done, but done enough to carry them through.

Then Grandkids come, and we spoil them, because we can. The important bits at this stage is to just love. You can relish that they adore you, and to them you have no faults! Snuggling in tight, naps, play. It isn’t a free for all, it’s just knowing how quick it’s over. You don’t have to be the heavy, another popsicle never hurt anyone. You know they survive and won’t ruin their lives if they stay up a bit, or have sugar for supper.

It’s hours of play for us too. The house is so damn clean without kids, you can let all the daily chores go to the wayside and devote every ounce of time to them. Grammies let them paint, get dirty, and see things differently. We tell them stories of their parent’s childhood and their own. Our patience is a little more stretchy, but we are only borrowing them for a short period of time. We have had a full nights sleep, several days in a row and a shower.

I love talking to the littles, having them explain something in their little voices. Whatever the age, we talk about their dreams, fears, folks. There are no secrets from Grammie.

My heart is always full when they leave and a little sad. I wish I was retired so I didn’t have to share their time with anything. They do tire me out, keeping them mentally stimulated. I wouldn’t trade these moments. I want to slow it down, but much like my own kids, one day be it will be done.

The beginning of August always sends me to a million places. I mourn summer and clearly there is almost two months left.I start to panic about, well my lists, I guess, fitting it all in.

I’ve adopted a motto for down time. I avoid planning, probably when I need it most. I go to bed when I want, which means hubby has to wake me from the couch. I get up when I want, which means with the sun. If I sleep past seven it’s a win. I stay outside when it’s hot, read when it’s not. I eat when I’m hungry, feed the family including pets at five.

The ducks don’t always get in a row. Denial of time, gets me through. My husband will prompt me with, ” What are you doing today?” and I generalize. I have mini mind celebrations when I do something that has been on my mind. The have to’s are always done by the end of my second coffee. Come what may for the rest of the day.

The day starts, the day ends. That never changes! What is in the belly of your day? Do you procrastinate as many of us do? You are responsible for you. You are accountable to yourself, your successes and failures are all yours. When you don’t get it right, it’s natural to make excuses, but at the end of the day you know why it went the way it did. So make changes, do what needs to be done. Don’t wait.

Jerimiah lived by our front window for a full season. He was huge, his web was magnificent! After the rain, after the wind, even after the first snow he persevered. We checked on him every day and I just couldn’t sweep his web away.

I have always loved nature. The sounds, the smell, the science, and the mystery. I would sit outside as a child and dig up worms. I thought they were fascinating. The little ones when plucked from the earth would twirl and stretch when you put them on your hand. The dew worms were humongous and although much slower they were able to cover distances pretty fast. I wanted to be a forest ranger as a kid. Weird goals for a city girl!

When I had kids, I wanted them to feel as I did. We spent a great deal of time outside. I encouraged them to use their senses, not just their eyes. We layed in the grass, walked in the rain, splashed in puddles, taught them to whistle with a piece of grass and to sit quiet and just listen. We would get them up to see a meteor shower, or watch the fireflies, and with the change of season run out to watch the first flock of geese come or go.

My middle daughter would scream over every bug as a toodler. I once picked up a Daddy Long Leg spider and let it crawl around on my hand, I made my neighbour, who was petrified, smile and take a turn to show my daughter there was nothing to be afraid of. No kid of mine was gonna be scared of bugs.

My mom is scared of spiders. She can kill them, but while she does it, she will scream the whole time and do some spine tingly dance on her tippy toes. I guess dad had to kill them for her before I was born. Then once I arrived, she called him to get one over the crib, and he told her she would have to do it or it would get the baby.

For me and my dad it’s wasps or bees. Thankfully mom is not, even though as a child she stumbled on a nest and was stung repeatedly. I faced them once when my son was three. We were at the neighbourhood park and there was a small green area behind the swings, he came out swinging his arms to tell me the bugs were biting him. There was an actual swarm around him and I ran to him, picked him up and started running. I was headed for the river, but they stopped chasing us halfway across the field. I am some thankful he wasn’t allergic because he was stung over a dozen times and he is not afraid of them. I am, and do my best to hide it around kids so I don’t transfer that fear.

I would love to have a terrarium filled with rich soil and earthworms. To watch them through the glass, these chubby mystical creatures. Better than fish!

My Grade 10 english teacher used to say, “Life is not fair, whoever told you life was fair, was lying to you.” Unfortunately it is true. I said it all the time, especially to my teens. I hope it doesn’t still auto play in their heads now.

I few years back, I worked with a lovely lady, a few years my senior. She always had stories, she always made me laugh. She listenned, not a lot of people truely listen. I even catch myself sometimes, I listen, but what someone was really trying to say doesn’t come to me till later. I replay convo’s in my head all the time and for the record if people would just ask for cookies, we wouldn’t have a day delay.

If you want something you should just ask. Be specific, people do not read minds. You can’t just stare at a cookie jar and expect people to know that you want one. Maybe if you are a dog. If the cookie jar has a different selection of cookies, you need to say which kind you prefer. Sounds pretty simple right?

I would never ask for help. Feircly independent, mostly stubborn! When I am talking to friends through a problem, small or otherwise, you come to the point of what can you do? When that solution requires someone else, we tend to ignore it. They might say no, and for those of us with the glass half full, they might say yes. How are you going to know if you don’t ask? Throw the “what ifs” aside and ask for the damn cookies!

I make lists, always have. Things I need to do, groceries, appointments. A couple of years ago my lists were huge, big expectations on myself. My middle daughter was over and asked me about my never ending to do list. So I showed her, she took one look and said, ” Omg Mom, no wonder you feel like you get nothing accomplished! Maybe you should write down what you actually have done!”

Well Duh? Why didn’t I think of that? Life gets in the way, and when I added the column of what I actually did do it was rewarding. I always have a checklist of mini goals, but day to day things will take pecedent. I mean yes, I have a wall to paint, but I felt like switching out the seasonal clothes, and of course laundry, dishes, meal prep. Then I went outside and saw the weeds, so I pulled them, when I went to put them in the trash, I figured I should wash out the garbage cans. I may of only checked two things off my list, but I wasn’t just sitting around doing nothing.

It was brilliant, such a little thing, but gave me the bigger picture. I am always writing. I find old diaries all the time, gratitude journals, notebooks with little sayings my kids said, Geneology notes to myself, 30 day challenges I have done, stories I have written, bucket lists . Pictures and papers I have a strong attachment to all of it. It is a big fault of mine, or is it? It’s on my list to display or discard it. Right now though I have to pick up dog crap, and who knows where that will take me…