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Me & My Shadow


Ah, Panic. My oldest companion, the bane of my existence. You’ve never been far from my side, have you? You merged with my shadow long ago, never allowing me to escape your malicious presence. You needed to stay close, ready to pounce at the first hint of my unease—the best time to strike. I couldn’t be allowed a moment to consider I was being foolish. That might be long enough to change my mind, to feel better. And you couldn’t have that, could you, Panic?

My calmness would deny you the thing you crave the most. My suffering is your ambrosia, your entire existence depends on it. You feast on my fear. Delight in my doubts. Take pleasure in my pain. My misgivings about even the simplest of things create the sweetest nectar you’ve ever drank, and your thirst is unquenchable.

Oh, yes. I know you. I know you all too well. After spending all these years wrapped in your cocoon of misery, you are no stranger to me. I know you for the liar you are!

But I’m learning to resist your devious voice, little by little, day by day. I rejoice every time I manage to soothe the frantic pounding of my heart and still the trembling of my limbs. I know it will leave you parched, lacking even the tiniest sip of my fear to ease your dreadful thirst. To deny you what you desire most, even in the smallest of ways, is a moment of triumph for me.

Be wary, old ‘friend’… there will come a time when your voice is but a faint whisper in my ears, your presence but the slightest chill in the air. You won’t be able to sway me any longer with your insidious deceptions… and the last I’ll ever hear from you are your anguished screams as you fade away into nothingness.

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Walking the Dead

If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you know I love binge-watching The Walking Dead. I have the series on DVD, and I’m doing my best to wear them out. I’ll watch the whole series every couple of months or so, on average. When I decide it’s time, I’ll gleefully announce, “It’s time to start walking the dead again!” My family’s response typically looks something like this:


But, of course, we watch it anyway, because in this house…


Perhaps that first line should read ‘You either love to watch The Walking Dead all the time…”

So we watch it. I call attention to my favorite parts, or people that annoy me (cough LORI cough) and for the next several days, that’s pretty much all we watch until we get to the end. I’m seriously thinking of another marathon binge soon, so I can have a complete re-watch before season six is released. Even though it is a bit early for my regularly scheduled binge…

Does that mean I’m obsessed with the show? Nah. I prefer to think of it as being an enthusiastic viewer. 😉  And it’s always fun to spot things I’ve missed in all the many times I’ve watched it… and yes, it does still happen, even after all this time.


Is it October yet?!?!

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Life’s Simple Pleasures

We live in an incredibly busy world, everyone rushing from one place to another. Hurry, hurry, hurry—it’s time to go to work, to school, to somewhere—you’ve got places to go, people to see, don’t be late! If we’re not busy going, we’re busy doing. Running errands, paying the bills, taking care of the business of everyday life, and checking texts, voicemail, email, Facebook, Twitter, etc. From the moment we wake until the moment we sleep, every second is crammed with one activity or another… that’s just the way it is, right?

Maybe it’s time we slowed down?  Take a moment to stop and smell the proverbial roses once in a while, and enjoy the life we’re so busy living.

Life is full of simple pleasures that can be enjoyed at a leisurely pace. I love those times when I can turn off the TV, enjoy the bliss of silence and read a good book. Or taking a walk outside, enjoying nature in all its glory… searching out the delicate wildflowers that aren’t easily seen. Listening to the birds sing at dawn, or seeing the sky fill with color at sunset. Spending time with my family, talking and laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Working on a crochet project. Listening to music. Looking at old photographs and remembering the past.

Most of my simple pleasures revolve around home and family, because these are the most important aspects of my life… and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Inspired by the Daily Prompt –  Simplicity

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They told her she wasn’t smart enough, and she believed them.

They told her she wasn’t strong enough, and she believed them.

They told her she couldn’t do it, and she believed them.

Someone told her they were wrong. Someone believed in her, and told her she could do it. Someone gave her the courage to try… so she did.

Afraid of failure, she started with little things… and wondered how long it would take her to fail, because she still didn’t believe in herself. She was still held captive by all the things she’d been conditioned to believe about herself… the voices that mocked her for years still echoed in her mind, and grew louder with every drop of confidence she started to feel.

But she didn’t fail. She succeeded. And that gave her the strength she needed to keep trying. The echoes became fainter, her confidence grew, and the day came when she heard the echoes no more.

She was free!

They barely recognized her. She walked with an unfamiliar lightness of step, her head held high, with a joyful smile on her face. Their hold on her was lost forever. Someone believed in her, encouraged her, and she flourished, becoming the woman she was always meant to be.

And, oh, how she shines!

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You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

They are hidden deep inside, and can only be felt by my heart. The only hint of them is in my eyes—glimmers of painful memories, decades-old hurts that never eased—and it can sometimes be seen in an unguarded moment.

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You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

Echoes of cruel words linger in my ears. The power they wield to inflict pain is never ending. The venomous tongue that spewed their poison was silenced long ago… and yet, I still hear them.

You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

My treacherous mind recalls the moment each scar was born. My dreams are invaded by the darkness, and I am forced to relive it all, again and again. Sometimes, it’s a replay of events. Others, an invention of a moment that could have happened. I awaken trembling in fear and filled with dread.

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You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

My heart is criss-crossed by lashes that cut so deep, they never fully healed and still bleed. Desperate to protect those wounds and ward off new ones, I tenderly encased its softness in a protective shell, and forced myself to believe it would keep my fragile heart safe from harm. But it didn’t work, and new wounds were formed.

You cannot see my scars, but they are there.

Sticks and stones

May break my bones…

But your words have

Scarred my soul.