Marsha at Always Write started WQ and has now passed the hosting duties to Kym at A Fresh Cup of Coffee and to me, Sadje, at Keep It Alive! WQ will be posted every other Wednesday, once at Keep it alive and once at A fresh cup of coffee. Love- the most beautiful emotion That has been […]
Weekly Prompts – February Colour Challenge – Greenhttps://weeklyprompts.com/ I often wonder what God’s favorite color is. It must be green, right? Or maybe it is blue. Our world is painted with a whole lot of green. Upon further observation, I noticed that there was a whole lot of blue. Or maybe it’s white like marshmallows that are cotton clouds in the sky. I know, the heavens declare that it’s brown from the tall trees that guard us all around. Maybe it’s the fluffiness of snow or the translucent rain. Silly me, it’s golden yellow that’s from our prince and princess crowns of gold. Then I see a red bird in the bush. So, I know it’s red, right? But what about the fiery orange glow of the sun? Then I eat my juicy grapes under the shade of the vine. I just know the color is purple. I, well, I can’t help but go back to green as my choice for His favorite color. He wants us to grow.
“Green is the prime colour of the world and that from which its loveliness arises.” ~ Pedro Calderon de la Barca.
Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – Growthhttps://weeklyprompts.com/ Grow. “What do you mean I am not growing? I made it to this age, didn’t I?” By this time my mom was getting so frustrated with my smart remarks. I had to come up with another approach to this problem. “Mom, well? Do you mean I am not growing because I haven’t landed the perfect career yet”? “No honey”, my mom was becoming frustrated again with me. “Jessica”, my mom said. Then walked over to the couch to sit down. “What I am saying is, you have that awesome opportunity to publish your work. I want you to grow as a person. So, you need to publish your manuscript.” I sat in the recliner. It was behind the couch in the corner of the room. I sat as the room grew silent. The only sound was the hum from our neighbor’s lawnmower. I gazed at the peace lily that was directly beside my chair. I noticed how the leaves were so bright dark green. The plant was still flourishing after we bought it 3 years ago when we moved to this fishing town. My mom would nurture it daily. If she saw that the plant needed water, then she would water it. It was in that moment that I understood what she meant. My life couldn’t grow if I didn’t take care of it. If my dream was to become an author, I would need to find an editor. Then, I would get them to read and edit my manuscript. Hopefully, one day I will publish my book. The next step was all I needed to take…
“Strength and growth only come through continuous effort and struggle.” — Napoleon Hill.”
“Take life on life’s terms – one day at a time. And have fun while you’re doing it.” ~ Joe Perry.
So, I did just that. I sent my manuscript to my editor. Here I was now looking out of my window to notice my mom open our bookstore we inherited. I was about to embark on a new adventure as a New York Time’s #1 author.
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
Write away the tears. Life is heavy for you. Waking up in the morning means there are obligations to be done. Being an adult. Living in an adult world while you are still mimicking the actions of a child. You are exhausted from trying to keep your life together. All the adult things with childhood motivation are your goals. You are the one that’s lacking. You did something wrong to deserve this. Life changes once a traumatic brain injury occurs. You question the reason it happened to you. Really, what did you do? Why are you watching your friends go on in life? Why can’t you? Being a TBI survivor is shameful for you. I mean, you deserve this, right? You must keep on a content face. Losers are supposed to congratulate winners. Don’t be so dramatic. Accept it, girl. Act like this is just another teaching moment in your life. Suck it up buttercup. Yes, you have pain but hell, so do I. Life is tough for everyone. We all have problems. You act like your problems are so much more difficult for you to do in life. You must be faking it. You must be lazy. A no-good excuse for a person. You are an example of who my mom reminds me not to be. Don’t you know that is your life purpose? Oh, and let’s repeat this conversation tomorrow. I want you to remember all of this we talked about. You just need to eat something. Drown your sorrowful self in food. Tomorrow is the day we go through this again. No worries. You must keep on thinking you are the reason your life is like this I must keep reminding you.
But maybe the Lord is protecting you. Maybe you should have a different perspective about your sick brain. Maybe, oh just stop it! You will die with being a TBI survivor, but you will overcome this. I just know it.
“Okay! That’s enough”. I say to my inner self-destructing voice, “I hear you.” But I promised myself that I would be deaf to you.” At least only let you rule over me once a day. That’s it.