I sat and thought about this question.
It was a little difficult for me to wrap my mind around. I like to think that practicing the elimination of the word ‘fear’ or ‘afraid’ from my vocabulary, or thoughts would just make it go away. I’m definitely better at not using the words, but the feelings sometimes remain.
If I wasn’t ‘afraid’ or afraid of being foolish, I would spend more money, and travel more.
I would build the house on on the property we bought, instead of just planning and piddling on it.
What would you do?
Driving around Detroit, we found the Motown museum.
We saw a beautiful Church in Ohio. Attending a wedding in an old church with no A/C on the first 90 degree day, it was a wee bit hot. The Priest was really cute, he cut the service short stating the bride and groom would be just as married if he spoke for 20 minutes or 60. I adore clergy with a sense of humor.
We enjoyed a bit of Americana at the War Memorial in Findlay, OH. I adore small towns with a sense of honor and history.
Lest We Forget. Three haunting words in the midst of the flags, the names of the fallen who gave the ultimate sacrifice, and the tribute from their grateful neighbors and friends.
Finishing up the day with a local brew. Some of the names made me smile. I’m glad they make an IPA for a Rough Day. But I went with the Fathead’s Sunshine Day Dream.
Have you seen anything good in this Lovely Month of June?
Lunch meeting cancelled.
The silence is deafening.
Lot’s of invites out in the email, lot’s of messages in the voicemail.
Who will respond first?
Twiddling my thumbs….do people do that anymore, or is it just me?
No, this isn’t about my interview, Thank God.
It’s about self-realization.
I’ve been trying too hard to do something because I was in an unknown place, and I didn’t fit in. So I put on the happy face and tried.
It was terrible. The harder I tried, the angrier and more unhappy I became.
So, note to self: when the plants are dead….when you are not where you are supposed to be….go home, or Stop watering!
Muir Woods, Ocean View Trail. Photo by me.
A new trail.
A winding road.
Uncertainty around the bend.
One foot after the other.
Step by step.
Interviewing for a new adventure.
What will tomorrow bring?
Brexit, Democrats stage sit in, Due Process in Danger for US citizens, 2nd Ammendement Debate gets ugly, FBI did not investigate Gun Store owners warning about Orlando Shooter, Texas want to “Texit”, a Virginia delegate wants to file suite on his party so he won’t have to vote for his states choice. (That defeats the purpose of being a delegate, but…) Never “whoever” has become the slogan of the year. Finger pointing in all directions.
I hope that this weekend you get to take a time out from all the madness of the world around us. Take some time to breath, appreciate your neighbor, call a friend to say hi, love up your family, and watch a sunset.
Cheers to next week being a better one.
The hubs and I attended a summer clinic yesterday put together by our State Bee Keepers Association.
The big topic was Apitherapy. I’ve kinda joked about my venom therapy whenever I’ve been stung in the bee yard, but it’s a huge thing. Go figure. My unintentional venom therapy might have some really useful benefits…. Other than Gwyeth Paltrows beauty regimen. My stings never made me feel better, but I don’t suffer from chronic pain.
But! Would you do it?
I don’t see any exposed skin there, do you?
So I dug in to find out what this trend is about, and there is a National Apitherapy Association. Some Chiropractors use Apitherapy on their clients with spinal arthritis. Some Acupuncture professionals use Apitherapy for Lyme disease and Rheumatoid Arthritis treatments. In reading a little of the info, it is even suggested there are benefits to the central nervous system. I really looking forward to learning more.
One of the attendees at our function, a bee keeper from Marshall, Tx, was so excited over her results kept she showing me her hands. They were straight and strong, no bent fingers, very dexterous. She’s had rheumatoid arthritis since her early 30’s and had to retire at 40 because she couldn’t perform her job as an electrician anymore. She took up beekeeping, and found that the more she allowed her hands to be stung, the straighter her fingers became. Anectodal, I know, but really interesting. Now she raises bees to sell for Apitherapy, and encourage me to consider the same path.
Would you do it? Do you know anyone who has?