Sparkly Poetic Weirdo

A few years ago, I was walking in a city with a few girlfriends when we spotted a homeless man sitting on a bench. He was doing nothing, he just sat there with his belongings, when the girls I was with started in on this tirade about how homeless devalue the community and how they are all lazy, gross and probably addicts. I was shocked and responded in complete sarcasm stating maybe we should round up the homeless, put them on a bus and ship them elsewhere or put them in some tent cities, when they stopped and in all seriousness agreed and said what a good idea it would be. I was stunned silent for a moment and had a choice at hand. We were having a nice day and wondered if I really wanted to ruin it. I could just nod my head at a horrendous idea, let them think I was serious and go to dinner. Or I could be true to myself. I could tell them it was a preposterous suggestion and that the desire to discard another human like trash to brighten up the community would be a crystal clear ref

Always be thankful. Always be nice. Always smile. Always be generous. Always dress nice. Always be prepared . Always say something nice or nothing at all. Always give the benefit of the doubt. Although, those are lovely sentiments and goals they are impossible to maintain and it is silly to attempt to. Always is a constant. Always does not fail, it is consistent. It is regular, always shows up every time. You cannot force yourself to be something every time, every day, at all times. That is wrong, that is unnatural, and impossible. It is okay to be upset. It is fine to embrace resting bitch face. There is nothing wrong with speaking your mind or confronting those who have made your life difficult. It is okay to lose your shit at times.Not all the time and you cannot live there but it is okay to feel overwhelmed with what life throws at you and react accordingly or not so accordingly. Following a mold of how a person 'should act' will not help you be the person you a

Life is about ideas bursting forward. Creativity being called out from the depths of despairity to bring light to life. About possibility. Sometimes this creative power catches like a fire and burns through our souls and like an hot ember flies away until it can burn itself deeply into someone else's heart. And it continues until a forest fire is raging, ravaging and destroying anything in its path just so we can absorb its terrifying power and beauty. Other times, the flame barely flickers before it blows itself out. Rejection is part of a writers life. We regret to inform you... At this time we are not accepting submissions... Please try again at a later time... You accept the rejection, in a weird way it almost serves as a badge of honor. Getting a rejection letter makes you feel part of the club, part of a small world, it makes you feel like you are so close to becoming who you think you really are. I cannot speak for every writer but for me rejection challenges me. It

Quick. It is the only accurate speed to explain how our lives progress. Even in the moments that seem slow and horrifying the universe is rapidly and unapologeticly rushing past us bringing our short days to an end. And there is nothing we can do about it. Accurate and shocking statistic but 100 percent of people born will die. It is a truth that many have an issue grasping, fully understanding and coping with but it is inevitable. If we truly embraced that fact, it could help shape our lives in the most amazing ways. We attempt to delude ourselves that we have time, that we will make time, that we can multitask and make the most of our time. Did you know multitasking, real multitasking, is believed to be a myth in the scientific community? What we are actually doing when we multitask is just switching to another task in front of us. We are not doing both at the same time. Think of when you try to write an email and hold a conversation with somebody. Often times you stop typing to

Happy Friday and welcome to another wonderful writing challenge! This is the scoop: participating bloggers picked 4 – 6 words or short phrases for someone else to craft into a post. All words must be used at least once and all the posts will be unique as each writer has received their own set of words. That’s the challenge, here’s a fun twist; no one who’s participating knows who got their words and in what direction the writer will take them. Until now. At the end of this post you’ll find links to the other blogs featuring this challenge. Check them all out, see what words they got and how they used them. I’m using: My words are: cinnamon ~ sledge hammer ~ camera ~ yarn ~ pajamas ~ bulletin board They were submitted by: Spatulas On Parade ~ Thanks Dawn! This is the third and last installment of my work of fiction about Marge and Grady. If this is your first time reading it, please read THIS FIRST then this ONE so you can catch up to where we are

Happy Friday and welcome to November's Secret Subject Swap! This week, 12 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. Here are links to all the sites now featuring Secret Subject Swap posts. So find a comfy spot, grab a snack and see where our secret subjects took us! Baking In A Tornado The Momisodes Spatulas on Parade Stacy Sews and Schools Dinosaur Superhero Mom my Climaxed Someone Else's Genius The Bergham's Life Chronicles Confessions of a part-time working mom Silence of The Mom Crumpets and Bollocks Sparkly Poetic Weirdo My “Secret Subject” is: "What would you do if someone gave you $1M?" It was submitted by: Silence of The Mom Why would someone give me a million dollars? I feel for the sake of this scenario I need to say someone paid me my winnings from a lottery ticket or