For those of you who don't know, I published my first book last September, entitled Age is Just a Number: Adventures in Online Dating which was based on my blog of the same name. I was doing a routine search last night and came across the review done by RAWSISTAZ and it received a 3.5 RAW Rating! Of course, that's not a 4 or a 5... but it's not a 1 either, so I'll take it... lol
All my life, I've been told about the importance of correctly spelt words. It would convey my level of intelligence. It would convey how much pride I put into my communication, after all a mind is a terrible thing to waste ... right?
Well today, after wading through numerous emails (AOL has been inadvertently censoring my time online for the past week or so), I came across the following post from one of my online groups
On this day I encourage you to read and reflect on a speech written five months before I was born. It is a celebration of a milestone in a battle, but signals that the battle is not yet done … we’ve made some progress since then, but when the baton was passed on to our generation … what more have we done?
Have we run till our feet got sore? Have we stood up for injustices in our homes, community, churches or jobs? Or have we passed the baton on without even trying
I hate to be a copy cat or anything, but after reading Mrs M's post Do You Let Your Children See You Cry? it jogged a thought or two about my sentiments on the subject. I know as a child, allowing people to see me cry was a huge weakness and only to be displayed for positive gain. You know, to incur feelings of guilt or invoke thoughts of brave little trooper. (But maybe that was just me?)
Anyway, this type of behavior carried on into my twenties, where I was happier than Pollyanna. No matter the situation, "they never saw me cry
I like to think of myself as a bit avant garde, not as a stodgy forty-year-old. As for traditional, I’ve run far and fast from that word ever since I realized that it has become an excuse for some Christians to operate under law instead of grace
What can I say? How many start over in their forties? Despite the "it's-all-downhill-from-here" mindset perpetuated by the folks of yesteryear...I'm finding the forties to be a time of new beginnings, realizations of dreams and more.
I'm now dusting off my cobwebs, growing up, joining the adult world and beginning to feel at home in my skin. (Admittedly ... there's more of said skin than there was at twenty-one... but I daresay that applies to most folks
The racing heartbeat has stilled, the frantic tapping of fingers striking keyboards has stilled all over the world. Husbands and wives are probably speaking again and single mothers and/or fathers once again have no reason to avoid their sometimes solitary duties.
To the confused ... I'm referring to the end of National Novel Writing Month. As much as I'd like to ring the chimes and triumphantly announce that I did it! Completed 50,000 words in thirty days ... alas, that is not the case. I completed all of about 4,000 words ... maybe and I have the nerve to not even feel guilty about it... LOL