Question of the Day 8-17-2018

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Do you ever count your steps when you walk?

Yes, yes I do. And telephone poles, street signs, mile markers. And group then into even numbered groups. Odd numbered groups are out and have to be fixed some way.

Okay, okay, I guess I have OCD, too. Might as well, cause I’m counting anyway.

 

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Question of the Day 8-16-2018

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Have you ever taken dance lessons?

Sadly to say, I have. When I was a child, I took Ballet and Tap lessons. It wasn’t something I choose to do; it was something my parents thought I ought to do. So I did. My sister was right there with me, but that didn’t make it any better.

It wasn’t that I hated the lessons, but I was so withdrawn that I was terrified of making a mistake. Saddled with Asperger’s as a child, I felt like an alien in a foreign land. What I remember, that is.

I don’t remember much of my childhood except in flashes and pictures, but that is not important to this question.

Yes, I took dance. No, I didn’t continue after those first lessons ended.

No, I don’t want to take dance lessons now.

Just for fun, I’ve included a picture of my sister and I for your enjoyment. I’m the one with the short hair.

 

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Question of the Day 8-15-2018

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Am I living within my definition of integrity?

What is integrity? What does it mean to live with integrity? The dictionary defines integrity as:

  1. adherence to moral and ethical principles; soundness of moral character; honesty.
  2. the state of being whole, entire, or undiminished: to preserve the integrity of the empire.
  3. a sound, unimpaired, or perfect condition: the integrity of a ship’s hull.

To be sound, unimpaired or in perfect condition. How does this fit into my life? Am I sound? Am I in perfect condition? If we think health-wise, no, I have some medical issues, but then doesn’t everyone? But am I sound? Am I unimpaired? Am I a ship’s hull?

Wait, that might not be as silly as it sounds. No, I am not the typical definition of a ship. I don’t float and I don’t sail around the world or across the bay, but I do sail through life, either well or not so well. Does my hull, my defense against the waves of life, hold sound in easy waters as well as in life’s raging storms? Is my kingdom secure? Am I willing to not only do the easy things, but also the hard tasks of living within my own personal moral code?

In other words, do I live honestly?

Back when I first started this blog, two of my posts talked about living honestly and openly.

https://athling2001.wordpress.com/2014/07/20/how-would-my-relationships-change-if-i-resolved-never-to-lie-again-2/

https://athling2001.wordpress.com/2014/08/09/how-would-my-relationships-change-if-i-resolved-never-to-lie-again-pt-2/

So, has anything changed? Yes and no. I am still living openly and honestly. In fact, more so than ever before. Do I always uphold my moral and ethical principles? No, sometimes I fail. Sometimes I am just too tired to make the effort. But, I am always trying. I know when I don’t live up to my own standards and I try to make amends.

Back to the question, am I living in integrity?

I think so. I hope so. If I’m wrong, I hope somebody will tell me so I can get back on track.

 

Question of the Day 8-14-2018

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Name a book which made you cry.

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The Dog Who Spoke with Gods

by Diana Jessup


When Elizabeth, a young pre-med. student happens upon Damien, a dog being used in laboratory research on her campus, she has no way of knowing how drastically her life – and her beliefs – will be changed. Without meaning to, she slowly becomes drawn into the dog’s fate and is soon torn between the love and respect she has come to feel for Damien and the sense of loyalty and obligation she feels for the medical profession as well as her father and grandfather, both cardiac surgeons. – Amazon


A true bibliophile would never admit to skipping over parts of a book, but there were sections in The Dog Who Spoke with Gods I could not read. I am a strong believer that research should never be done on dogs, or any animal, so the scenes depicting ‘scientific’ experiments tore me apart, as did a number of passages from the book. I won’t tell the ending, but have the tissues double handy.

Regardless of how the book affected me while I was reading it, I will never forget the impact Elizabeth and Damien had on my life. I loved the book and I hated the book.  It was deep and passionate as well as stark and full of despair. The story deals with issues of right and wrong, good and evil, on so many levels. One is, of course, the right or wrong of animal research. Another is the right or wrong reputation of pit bulls. The right or wrong of stepping forward when one knows injustice is being done. The right and wrong of humans treating other species as less than.

I hope the vivid depictions of torture on Damien and the other dogs might make a future reader re-think their stance on animal research.

(PS. Damien can speak English. You’ll have to read the book to figure that one out!)

Question of the Day 8-13-2018

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Write about an influential stranger in your life?

One of the greatest gifts given to me was given by a stranger. I was a Health Unit Coordinator – basically the air traffic controllers at the front desk on a hospital unit – and he was a Doctor. Now, don’t get me wrong. There are wonderful doctors out there who treat their patients and the staff with equal respect, there are also doctors who treat staff not so nicely.

This doctor called the Unit to ask a question which I, not being a nurse, was unable to answer. I told him I was just the HUC and I would get a nurse. Which I did. He spoke to the nurse, got his answer, and then asked to speak to me again.

The nurse and I looked at each other, not sure what to think, but I took the phone. This doctor, whom I’d never met, proceeded to tell me that I was not ‘just’ the HUC. I was as important as any doctor, nurse or tech in the hospital and I should never say that I was ‘just’ anything.

Now, remember I had never met this Doctor; he was not one of the Doctor’s on our unit. He didn’t know me except for one phone call, maybe  twenty words spoken. But this doctor changed my life.

I’d never thought about what I was actually saying when I said “I am  just….” Fill in the blank. I  said it frequently back then, playing down who I was because I didn’t want anyone to think I was somebody important.

Every time I have said, “I’m just..” since then, that conversation comes to mind and reminds me that I am not ‘just’ anything.

Actually, I am a whole lot more.

 

 

 

Question of the Day 8-7,8,9-2018

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What are your thoughts on creativity?

My thoughts are I don’t feel like I harbor a drop of creativity any more. I have always known life would be hard, that I had a lot to learn this time around, but I never realized how the challenges would keep growing harder and harder.

What happened to life getting easier as you go along? Shouldn’t writing get easier? Love?

Maybe my life of  increasing difficult challenges has made me too cynical to see the reality anymore. The reality, you know, is that life is what you make it. Creativity is what you make it. Challenges are either problems or solutions.

I’ve started to simplify again. I started a bullet journal, but it quickly ballooned up  to include so much that I was overwhelmed. If I had the choice, I would keep track of everything in my life. You might say I have control issues.

And, frankly, you would be right. I felt so out of control and unable to act for so many years, I refuse to bend anymore. Yes, I know this will break me. Yes, I know give and take, bending in the wind of adversity, is the way to survive, but it’s not for me right now. I need firm roots to bend and, right now, my roots are feeling pretty shallow and weak.

So, back to creativity. What happened?

When I was in college, I completed an 800 page manuscript, revise and retyped it 8 times. This was before computers and word processors (yes, the dinosaur days) so when I say re-typed, I mean it. That fire got lost in life, burned out maybe by the endlessness and the pain of hiding from the world.

What would have happened if I had met and married someone who respected me and loved me for who I was.

All those wasted years.

But isn’t that the way creativity is destroyed? Looking backwards instead of forwards. Regretting instead of picking ones self up and carrying on?

I don’t always get the memos on time and, this one, I may have missed altogether. The Muses or God or one of my characters reached out and tapped me on the shoulder, but I was too busy looking back to feel the touch.

How depressing. I have been struggling with my Bi-Polar these past few years more than any time since I started on medication. The depression started at the end of 2016 and hasn’t let go yet.

So what do I do? Creativity is ingrained in each and every one of us, but how easy it is to lose touch with ourselves? Unfortunately, very.

Unfortunately, I have, or I feel I have.

Tomorrow, I finalize my bankruptcy. On the 28th, I go in for surgery. If I get through these, I will be good.

That isn’t the way it works either. It’s not tomorrow or when I get a bigger house or a better job or even have surgery. It’s now. In this moment and then the next and the next. These are the times when we are whole, when creativity fills us, when we realize how glorious, strong and creative, we really are.

Let the good times roll!

Question of the Day 8-6-2018

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What was the best part of your day?

The best part of my day was, by far, spending time with my Min Pin Evie and taking a walk at dusk, checking out the neighborhood. I was never a dog person, but this little girl has changed my life. She has become a life-line during some of the hardest times of my life. She makes me smile, makes me laugh, gives me the strength when needed to carry on.

Tonight, when I needed her sweet face and her wagging tail, she was there.

How about your day?