Then I would like to be able to grow things. I have a terribly black thumb and as much as I love trees and flowers and plants, I cannot seem to be able to keep them alive. I tried growing a garden once and I was so excited when I had seeds actually starting to bud and turn into little baby plants. Then I would plant them in the garden where I would promptly forget to tend them. There is my forgetfulness once again. I love plants and I am very grateful that my boyfriend seems to be very good with them. That and the house I'm buying had some very well-established rose bushed and trees that don't require my attention to continue to thrive.
I would also like to be able to help people more. Not all people, mind you, but those that really need it. I know many people that want help and don't need it and many that need it and don't want it, and even a few that need it, want it, but can't get it. I would like to have the ability to help those truly in need. To assist the friends and family and even aquaintances that are in true need of help.
There are many things about myself that I would love to change, to make different, better. I have tried to make myself a better person, and who's to say whether or not I've succeeded? Who has the ability to look at me and say, you really are a good person? What it the definition of a good person and who decided that was the definition? I guess I will just ahve to be satisfied with who I am at the present, and continue to work to make myself into a better person by my own standards.
This post was written for the Writer's Workshop hosted by MamaKatsLosinIt.
Disclaimer on the pictures:
With the exception of the logo directly above, all images are of me, myself and I. The first image was taken at the birthday party of my friend's daughter who just turned 3. That is why I have a rainbow slinky on my head and shiny star shaped sunglasses.
The second image was taken at the small get-together we had for my boyfriend's birthday. He was doing something that required threatening with a knife.
The third image is from Halloween. Don't ask me what I went as (a lot of people did ask "What are you supposed to be?") I'm a freak and it's acceptable to let it show on Halloween so deal with it!
The fourth image was taken while I was finishing up getting ready to go....ummm...somewhere. I forgot where we were going. (See first paragraph of this blog!)
For those of you who know me...enjoy the pictures of me, cause these will possibly be the last images of myself that I post to my blog. :)
I forget things all.the.time! I hate it too. Unfortunately I am supposed to take two medications every day and I think I might manage taking it once a week? I have to constantly send myself either a text or an email to remind myself to do something b/c I know that in 5 short minutes...it will have completely left my brain.
ReplyDeleteI believe that recognizing those things in us that we want to change is a great baseline for setting goals to achieve those changes we seek. I appreciate your bravery in sharing what you desire to change with us.
ReplyDeleteI like your disclaimers. It helps explain how the picture fits within the points you make.
A little camera shy are we? (Great disclaimer)
ReplyDeleteMaking changes is hard and it is often harder to tell if the changes have moved us towards our goal. Good luck.
I'm so forgetful. Yay ADD. *eye roll*
ReplyDeleteI also have a black thumb. I couldn't even keep my Chia Pet alive...nor my cactus! @_@
yes - I have a black thumb too. LOL. Your daughter is precious - you are right - beautiful smile.
ReplyDeleteDropping by from SITS. Have a wonderful weekend :-)
Kiran
I'm pretty forgetful too, in the sense that I'll start to do something and then I'll caught up in something else and then another thing to the point where I comletely forgot what I was doing in the first place. I blame it on the fact that we're moms and we are forced to multi-task all the time. Our brains are bound to rebel at some point!!
ReplyDeleteStopping by from SITS - happy Saturday!
Happy SITS Saturday. Your children are beautiful. Thanks for stopping over.
ReplyDeleteIt is frustrating to forget things. My dad was very forgetful when he got into his 80s--sometimes he couldn't even remember if he took his pills so he had to start setting them out for the week in his daily pill holder.
ReplyDeleteVisiting from Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop. I'm doing this prompt on Monday, but did the poem about a picture here: http://zemeks.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-part-of-winter-writers-workshop.html