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Sorry I missed you all yesterday, but I am here today.

Guilt is a big factor in many people's lives. We take many actions because we feel guilty for doing or not doing something. Why? Have we done something wrong? No. We allow a voice in our heads to tell us 'we should be doing' this or that. I have resolved to stop doing things out of this type of guilt. This is the guilt that stops us from appreciating the gifts others give us. The gift of their time, talent, and the gift of them.

If I have something to be guilty about-that is one thing; but the guilty feeling that comes from nowhere, and only causes tension and nerveous behavour is going out the door.

This also include appreciating the gift of me. For far too long, I have not appreciated myself and my own gifts. I know my faults and can tell you those in a heartbeat. I need to be able to tell you my gifts just as well, if not better.

So, the first gift I want to tell you about is the gift of my luck. My mother always said "You could fall in s##t and come up smelling like a rose." Well, horse manure does make beautiful roses.

I was blessed to be placed in the same foster home with my younger sister and to be kept with her. And to be adopted together by a couple that loved us to the best of their abilities.

The blessing was extended since my father's family was so large that there were over 80 cousins that we were in contact with within the first year. The first week we lived with my parents there was a heat wave. The clothes we had, well, to quote my mom, "I wouln't use for rags!" She had boiled them on the stove and they wouldn't come clean. Dad put out a call to his sisters, and clothes came in. Some brand new with tags on-no price tags though. And some were hand me down play clothes. The following week there was a snow storm, Dad didn't even have to call, the clothes just showed up.

So the blessing-into a home the loved us, into a large family that could help support the couple during the hard couple of first months. Yup, definately a rosebush there! Or at least a twig showing.

crochetlady's Journal Meanderings, Hopes, Writing and Growth Wife of 32 years, mother of 2, grandmother of 3, Government worker eligible to retire in 5 years, crocheter of 34 years; hopeful writer; people watcher; reader of much; lover of cats,dogs,horses and most four legged animals;and much more to learn about myself.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2012-05-25 11:13 AM hello Sorry I missed you all yesterday, but I am here today. Guilt is a big factor in many people's lives. We take many actions because we feel guilty for doing or not doing something. Why? Have we done something wrong? No. We allow a voice in our heads to tell us 'we should be doing' this or that. I have resolved to stop doing things out of this type of guilt. This is the guilt that stops us from appreciating the gifts others give us. The gift of their time, talent, and the gift of them. If I have something to be guilty about-that is one thing; but the guilty feeling that comes from nowhere, and only causes tension and nerveous behavour is going out the door. This also include appreciating the gift of me. For far too long, I have not appreciated myself and my own gifts. I know my faults and can tell you those in a heartbeat. I need to be able to tell you my gifts just as well, if not better. So, the first gift I want to tell you about is the gift of my luck. My mother always said "You could fall in s##t and come up smelling like a rose." Well, horse manure does make beautiful roses. I was blessed to be placed in the same foster home with my younger sister and to be kept with her. And to be adopted together by a couple that loved us to the best of their abilities. The blessing was extended since my father's family was so large that there were over 80 cousins that we were in contact with within the first year. The first week we lived with my parents there was a heat wave. The clothes we had, well, to quote my mom, "I wouln't use for rags!" She had boiled them on the stove and they wouldn't come clean. Dad put out a call to his sisters, and clothes came in. Some brand new with tags on-no price tags though. And some were hand me down play clothes. The following week there was a snow storm, Dad didn't even have to call, the clothes just showed up. So the blessing-into a home the loved us, into a large family that could help support the couple during the hard couple of first months. Yup, definately a rosebush there! Or at least a twig showing. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top