They Don't Make 'Em Like That Anymore

I don't know about you, but I think moving, packing, storing and then unpacking in at a new residence may just be one of the worst things known to man. For the past days, my home has been filled with boxes and bags of every shape and size in every damn place. Especially, when one is doing it solo. I do not recommend it. My spouse has taken one bed apart for the move...that's IT. I have done the rest. Well, the exception being the first man in my life w/ the last name O'Connell. Some of you may know him...and the others of you that don't, your loss.

This man has a plan for every move. A strategic one...leaving nothing to chance. Each item going in just the right space and making the most of every inch. Meticulous and skilled precision down to each minuscule detail. The phrase "on top of your game"...he could have invented it.

But this is about much more than just the occurrences of the recent days/weeks. He has been my savior all my life. The only man that has ever taken complete care of me...and I have been a handful my whole life. I adore this individual. The only male I have ever completely trusted with everything. My safe haven. My safe place to fall and I have stumbled countless times. No matter, he reaches out his hand to assist me and helps in dusting myself off so I can get right back up again without skipping a beat. There's much to be said for any individual that exudes those attributes. He's not perfect...but he's my perfection and forever in his debt I will remain.

As we were working today, Pandora was playing in the background and this song came on. I overheard him singing it. I didn't even know he liked Billy Joel. But I hope that he knows that I love him more than anything in the wide world. Thank you, daddy...for everything.

You Only Think You Know Their Story

In today's society, we are ever so quick to pass judgement and  I'm as guilty as the next guy (or gal). We want people to think we have it all together, but we do not. We are always second guessing and hoping that our decisions from day-to-day are the correct ones. I know I do. You're kidding yourself and everyone else around you if you do not do the same. We wonder or are at least semi-curious as to how others see us. Judging ourselves, but are partial to ourselves and our own.

We judge in an instant on appearance. I'm not speaking of physical beauty, but we do then as well even when we don't realize we're doing it. We form an opinion in a millisecond by the way a person dresses, what car they drive, how their children behave, political preference, religious affiliation, sexual orientation, their home, etc. We judge even before we know much at all. Here say, we judge it. 

Here's the thing, how bout knowing their struggles? Their fears? Their heartbreaks? Their....prayers on bended knee? Bet we would reconsider what we first perceived in the first place, of course, in some instances we would hold the same opinion...regardless. Here's the second thing, we only care unless it is brought to our attention or we cared for the welfare of a particular individual in the first place. Then, and only then, do we go to bat for the ones we love. Seeing then too, only what we wish to see about our friends, family, etc. You know its true and I do too. Right or wrong. 

A negative judgement gives you and I more satisfaction than praise, provided it smacks of jealousy. It can be toxic. No, we do not know their story...not even on our best day. Nor do they know ours...not even close.

 Don't wait for the last  judgement, it takes place everyday. ~Albert Camus