I keep telling myself that one day things will be different. Time is for us to be positive; we do things for a greater good. Making memories…isn’t that the goal in life. I remind myself to have hope. Even if my mind doesn’t see hope. Because faith, hope, and love are what keeps me intact. How about you?
I was thinking how the keyboard is my real flex. My favorite thing to do is write. Yes, I sell Scentsy and I am a caregiver to my husband. Those roles are a part of me. What I crave is to be heard. I feel like I am heard in my writing. I express myself better that way.
When I looked up the word Prorated, I was bombarded with insurance, real estate, and financial terms. To me, the term prorated is conflated. It is composed of a combination of different elements. ‘Cause really isn’t relaxing a day longer than 1 hour? A day is 24 hours. If I only get 1 hour of relaxation in a 24-hour day, then isn’t my time prorated? This is the only thing that makes sense to me.
I was writing on my blog today. I noticed that Monti and Smokey were playing UNO through the storm door. Meaning that one cat was telling the other, to draw four! Their conversation went like this,
P.S.S. I went over the word count for the prompt, but I have the word “sibilant” in my poem. So there’s that to consider, right?
What was I saying? Oh yes, I am telling you about the conversation between the two cats. Monti and Smokey are hilarious . Tux was looking at them both with disbelief…
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