Be Grateful....

Ahhh...and yet I begin another new blog; another new day to the story of my life. Then again, questions I still ponder each time I sit to write.  The questions: What does one blog about? What should 'I' blog about? Once again, reading others, I can't help but to think that maybe I should take this opportunity of a challenge in writing on a daily basis as a way of bringing out that creative novelist in me. Use this to my mental advantage and possibly begin excerpts on certain novels I've had stewing in my mind for...oh...well over 20 years now! In the same token, I can't help that slight desire to use this more as a means of a journal style. Journals. One thing I never became accustomed to. Never put down on paper my feelings; my daily activities; my life's adventures. Do I start now? And...yet again...I contemplate as using this as an inspirational means, not only for myself, but possibly others, maybe? After all, some are not much for fictional reading (myself included) and others are most definitely not interested in the lifelong stories of a forty one year old woman. Or lifelong stories of any average individual, period! I do hope in the future to overcome not only the laziness that resides in me when it comes to taking time to sit and type, but also the slight writer's block preventing me from beginning my stories. Perhaps, however, I should take this slow and keep things simple. Rather "attempt" to keep it simple as some may have already read past compilations rambling on about my oh so troublesome life! 


For each day...I feel something new; something fresh; and always something inspirational that gets me through my days. Always a key word or phrase that sticks with me every moment, whether it be a moment of happiness, a moment of stress, a moment of fear, a moment of sadness or just a moment of silence to think of all that I have to be grateful for! Today..I had that latter moment.


I woke this morning without the words "Honey gotta sexy all steamin; she give hotness a new meanin." Now, now...that is simply my song for my alarm ringtone! Some may have read my blog yesterday and may understand what I'm referring to, other's have not, but nevertheless, it's been a great last few days having my three wonderful children with me. Until then...having been alone 80% of the time, when I didn't have them caused some emotional struggles. I was so excited. Even more so after taking my daughter for leveling at the new school in St. Paul that she was so blessed to be accepted to. Then again, while sitting in that auditorium, I couldn't get the thoughts out of my head as to the battle I surely will be facing in the upcoming months. The one in where I will take on my "ex" head to head in getting my daughter here, in my home, living with...her mother!!! In my opinion, a living situation any fifteen year old should have considering all she encounters now is much animosity with all males who reside in her home; being her father and older brother. While he has his moments of being a fairly decent father, when it comes to his dealings with me, sadly my children come second in his efforts to "win." Anyway, I opted to post this dilemma on Facebook. Needless to say, I received much advice, best wishes and positive feedback. With the exception of an acquaintance. A friend on FB, but one I only see at events a few times a year. She explained her situation in that her husband, too, has custody of their fifteen year old. That little teenage girl is desperate to live with her mother, yet Dad is fighting tooth and nail. I told her that her daughter is of age to decide for herself in front of a judge. Then she revealed the exigent circumstances of her situation.....she lives in Wisconsin....her 'ex' moved to Texas...with their daughter. This woman has only been allowed to see her daughter 6 weeks in the summer and 2 weeks in the winter for the past 5 years! Fighting for custody between two different states is an absolutely treacherous clamor!! It was in hearing her story that suddenly, mine became quite moot! Yet, it also boosted my spirit in that I was forced to remind myself that while we all have our trials and tribulations...when we talk to the right people, hear their life's ongoing's we are able to say "It could always be worse!" I know everything will work out the way it is supposed to. If we believe; if we stay positive; if we have faith, we can all live happily ever after! Maybe not the way we had ultimately dreamed of, but happy no less!