Shrug off the things that don't matter. Want to know why? Because they don't matter, that's why.
Days can be hard, but that doesn't mean you have to worry about anything.
Think of the things you can change.
Now don't worry about them, you CAN change them.
Think of the things you can't change.
Hey guess what, you CAN'T change them, so don't be concerned.
Okay, you're right, it's just not that simple.
Maybe it is though. Imagine you're a week in the future, will it still be there?
There are, simplistically, only two answers to that.
Yes, it's still there, all right, so you need to find a way to cope with it, safely.
No, it's not here, well that's a good thing right? You're through the trouble, what's to dwell on?
All examples of what I've been telling myself recently. I'd like to say it's starting to help, but I don't know for sure. it's hard to say when so much in life is changing.
Perhaps, it's not changing, I am.
Actually, that's a good point.. Within the past few weeks I've done a fair amount of self exploration, sure, I've had some help, but all great explorers had some form of help. If that was the people back home waiting to hear back, good or bad, they were behind the explorer, no matter what.
Now I know not all explorers make it back to their supporters, but I think I'm finally deciding I can make it back, that I actually want to make it back.
However, the journey back isn't all rainbows and sunshine, at least my journey back isn't.
My journey will be full of chaos, bad memories, maybe some anger, hopefully not, but maybe, and likely some tears.
But you know what?
I have people that want to see what I bring back, who I brought back. I'd be crazy to think that I could go on an exploration and not change who I am. It's natural.
People grow, they morph, they mold, they are impressionable.
I'm no different and quite frankly, neither are you.
I've grown, not in height, although that might be useful, no, instead my mind has grown.
Maybe one day I'll run out of space, doubtful, have you realized how much memory a brain has? No? Well it's a lot, like a lot a lot.
I've received some gifts from the locals, I'll let you figure that one out, one post at a time.
One thing, the knowledge that I do in fact want a family, I was born into a household, the only thing in common is the chemical make up of our body, and perhaps looks, I mean they did donate my chromosomes and genetic make up. I can't avoid that..
But you know what? Blood doesn't make a family, I don't agree with Webster on this one, "a group of related people including people who lived in the past."
Family as defined by me, is the people who care about you, those who you can be yourself around, your true self. Family means honesty, it means love, and playfulness.
Family is more than a group of people who didn't choose each other, through Webster's definition, family isn't a bond that was forged through fire and hard work, family is the results of paternity or maternity test to know your parents.
For me? Those parents aren't family. They are strangers that I share a common ancestor with. I'm no more family to them than I would be to go to the nearest zoo and call the chimp my cousin.
That's not a thing.
So why do we call our blood elders family?
Because it's the norm.
I don't want to be normal.
My actual parents, or parent in this case, is an older gentleman who stepped up for two kids that needed to be reminded what love is. Donny.
He's great, when my brother and I were little, he would take us and pick us up from school, no complaints. He'd take us for a Friday snack, on a Tuesday or any other day, and Friday of course.
He took us to lunch at the local diner when we didn't have school, it didn't matter if it was elementary school or high school, even now in college he does when I'm home.
It was always a great day when I would get to sit in the tractor and mow hay all day with him. Do you know how boring that is? I'd sit on the top of the wheel cover (inside the cab of the tractor) and hold onto the window latch and the armrest. He'd make small talk with me, or sing to the radio (horribly, just like me) and we'd have hours pass, then we'd stop for the day and go home.
Donny is the type of old man, he's 87ish it's okay, to make little kid jokes. You know, the ones that are so terrible they're funny?
We'd be driving and a bug would hit the window, big enough that you knew when it hit and could see the juice on the window kind of bug. Off handedly, he'd say," Bet he doesn't have the guts to do that again." and just keep looking ahead.
Once he gets a laugh out of you for a joke, it's not going away anytime soon, and that's perfectly okay.
Donny is the family member that you love to be around, he is the best adopted grandpa a kid could ask for.
Donny gave me the experiences that a parent should have, the sitting on the floor and playing with your toys with you in the evening experiences.
The ones that don't mean a thing, but mean the world at the time.
My mom and dad didn't really have time for that sort of stuff. My mom was out of town a lot, and my dad was always on the farm or in his office, so I know a lot about experiences that don't mean a thing. That comprised my entire relationship with my parents, if you can even call it a relationship.
But, I wouldn't change it. I wouldn't want a mom or a dad that did that, I want to be that mom some day, but if I had that, I wouldn't have had Donny, and he's one that I would not give up.
He shaped me into the woman I am today, and I have learned that all things considered, I'm a decent human being. No better or worse that the next person. And that's what matters.
So that family that I found out I do want some day, I want to be the Donny that I had, for my kids, I want to be the best that I can be. I don't want to skip out on the play times, or the afternoon snacks, like my parents did, I am going to fill the same gap Donny did.
A family, just like Webster defined, but with my definition added in. Who knows, my definition will surely change over time, but I have experiences that will help me learn exactly what family really means, even if I can't put it into words.
Take care.
P.S. Yeah, two posts about my grandpa, he is just that great, no blood relation needed.
Days can be hard, but that doesn't mean you have to worry about anything.
Think of the things you can change.
Now don't worry about them, you CAN change them.
Think of the things you can't change.
Hey guess what, you CAN'T change them, so don't be concerned.
Okay, you're right, it's just not that simple.
Maybe it is though. Imagine you're a week in the future, will it still be there?
There are, simplistically, only two answers to that.
Yes, it's still there, all right, so you need to find a way to cope with it, safely.
No, it's not here, well that's a good thing right? You're through the trouble, what's to dwell on?
All examples of what I've been telling myself recently. I'd like to say it's starting to help, but I don't know for sure. it's hard to say when so much in life is changing.
Perhaps, it's not changing, I am.
Actually, that's a good point.. Within the past few weeks I've done a fair amount of self exploration, sure, I've had some help, but all great explorers had some form of help. If that was the people back home waiting to hear back, good or bad, they were behind the explorer, no matter what.
Now I know not all explorers make it back to their supporters, but I think I'm finally deciding I can make it back, that I actually want to make it back.
However, the journey back isn't all rainbows and sunshine, at least my journey back isn't.
My journey will be full of chaos, bad memories, maybe some anger, hopefully not, but maybe, and likely some tears.
But you know what?
I have people that want to see what I bring back, who I brought back. I'd be crazy to think that I could go on an exploration and not change who I am. It's natural.
People grow, they morph, they mold, they are impressionable.
I'm no different and quite frankly, neither are you.
I've grown, not in height, although that might be useful, no, instead my mind has grown.
Maybe one day I'll run out of space, doubtful, have you realized how much memory a brain has? No? Well it's a lot, like a lot a lot.
I've received some gifts from the locals, I'll let you figure that one out, one post at a time.
One thing, the knowledge that I do in fact want a family, I was born into a household, the only thing in common is the chemical make up of our body, and perhaps looks, I mean they did donate my chromosomes and genetic make up. I can't avoid that..
But you know what? Blood doesn't make a family, I don't agree with Webster on this one, "a group of related people including people who lived in the past."
Family as defined by me, is the people who care about you, those who you can be yourself around, your true self. Family means honesty, it means love, and playfulness.
Family is more than a group of people who didn't choose each other, through Webster's definition, family isn't a bond that was forged through fire and hard work, family is the results of paternity or maternity test to know your parents.
For me? Those parents aren't family. They are strangers that I share a common ancestor with. I'm no more family to them than I would be to go to the nearest zoo and call the chimp my cousin.
That's not a thing.
So why do we call our blood elders family?
Because it's the norm.
I don't want to be normal.
My actual parents, or parent in this case, is an older gentleman who stepped up for two kids that needed to be reminded what love is. Donny.
He's great, when my brother and I were little, he would take us and pick us up from school, no complaints. He'd take us for a Friday snack, on a Tuesday or any other day, and Friday of course.
He took us to lunch at the local diner when we didn't have school, it didn't matter if it was elementary school or high school, even now in college he does when I'm home.
It was always a great day when I would get to sit in the tractor and mow hay all day with him. Do you know how boring that is? I'd sit on the top of the wheel cover (inside the cab of the tractor) and hold onto the window latch and the armrest. He'd make small talk with me, or sing to the radio (horribly, just like me) and we'd have hours pass, then we'd stop for the day and go home.
Donny is the type of old man, he's 87ish it's okay, to make little kid jokes. You know, the ones that are so terrible they're funny?
We'd be driving and a bug would hit the window, big enough that you knew when it hit and could see the juice on the window kind of bug. Off handedly, he'd say," Bet he doesn't have the guts to do that again." and just keep looking ahead.
Once he gets a laugh out of you for a joke, it's not going away anytime soon, and that's perfectly okay.
Donny is the family member that you love to be around, he is the best adopted grandpa a kid could ask for.
Donny gave me the experiences that a parent should have, the sitting on the floor and playing with your toys with you in the evening experiences.
The ones that don't mean a thing, but mean the world at the time.
My mom and dad didn't really have time for that sort of stuff. My mom was out of town a lot, and my dad was always on the farm or in his office, so I know a lot about experiences that don't mean a thing. That comprised my entire relationship with my parents, if you can even call it a relationship.
But, I wouldn't change it. I wouldn't want a mom or a dad that did that, I want to be that mom some day, but if I had that, I wouldn't have had Donny, and he's one that I would not give up.
He shaped me into the woman I am today, and I have learned that all things considered, I'm a decent human being. No better or worse that the next person. And that's what matters.
So that family that I found out I do want some day, I want to be the Donny that I had, for my kids, I want to be the best that I can be. I don't want to skip out on the play times, or the afternoon snacks, like my parents did, I am going to fill the same gap Donny did.
A family, just like Webster defined, but with my definition added in. Who knows, my definition will surely change over time, but I have experiences that will help me learn exactly what family really means, even if I can't put it into words.
Take care.
P.S. Yeah, two posts about my grandpa, he is just that great, no blood relation needed.