Friday, February 27, 2015
What gender you love doesn't matter to me. And it shouldn't matter to anyone. My husband and I have brought our children up with 'Love Is Love'. What truly does matter in a relationship:
If you are in a relationship and they are kind to you and you are kind to them, that's wonderful. If you are in a relationship and the kindness is shared and there is also no abuse, that is sublime.
I've been asked "what if your daughter told you she was gay?" and that's how I came to my heart-felt realization that it doesn't matter what gender my daughter(s) fall in love with. What I care MOST about is that they are in a relationship with someone that is kind to them. Someone they can trust to not hurt them physically or with words.
For those that feel it's wrong to be Lesbian Gay Bisexual or Transgender then you have been brain washed. "But the Bible says...!" Oh please. The Bible says a LOT of things, many words, many sentences, many paragraphs. Pages filled with words and those looking to support their comfort level will look for a grouping of words to support their feelings. But what does the next sentence say? Or the next paragraph? Or next book?
If you are personally uncomfortable with those that are LGB or T then that is all. Be honest and just say "I'm uncomfortable". If all you see when you meet someone, or are around someone, is who they are physically attracted to then, well, that's how your mind works. For those that are bothered, is the gender that you are physically attracted to all there is to you? Is that all you're about? I hope you are more interesting then that.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
I have seriously, I mean with deep emotion, been trying to figure out what I'm going to do with my grown-up life. I feel like a frickin' Lifetime movie! It's ridiculous. I feel ridiculous. Next year both of my girls will be in high school and the work I do with social media isn't cutting it in the "personal fulfillment" category of my brain and spirit (and bank account).
My favorite thing to do is work within PicMonkey and, most recently, Canva. If you enjoy graphics, fonts, colors and creating you can spend hours (days ;-> ) on these sites. A fun thing happened quite a few months ago, I shared a plea within my Twitterverse - "Why can't I get a job just creating on PicMonkey all day?!" A few weeks later there was a Virtual Assistant job posted in a Facebook group which involved, get this, a knowledge of PicMonkey. I filled out an application along with examples of my work and got the job! I was creating in PicMonkey. Fonts, colors and graphics filled my days and I was happy. The drag part? I was being timed - severely, I thought. It became very stressful.
I had never had a job like this and I was pushing myself to work faster day after day. But the thing with creating images is that colors lend themselves to the vibe of the font and finding a balance takes time. Another piece of the puzzle was adding images as well. If my scope was narrow it would have been easier but the selections are vast. So many possibilities! And that's what makes it fun. But not when you're being timed.
I was asked to take a quote and create a new image with it AND see how many I could do in time frames that became increasingly shorter - one hour to forty-five minutes, then forty-five to thirty minutes, then thirty minutes to ten minutes. Oh boy. Not a lot of room to be creative and find joy in the process that's for sure. Time frames I get. But when you're given no room to process what's happening? That's stressful. It ended, which was a bummer.
So that was my last job. I enjoyed what I did, and I hope to do it again, I just wish the quota was per day, not "how many can you create in 10 minutes?" I'll keep trying!
How are you handling your grown-up life? Have you found ways to feed your spirit, your creative side? And, possibly, your bank account?
Thursday, February 19, 2015
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
Our dear, sweet neighbors have moved today. We will miss them very much. Having good neighbors makes such a difference in your daily life, ya' know?
I've had my fill of those that think I want to hear their music too. Well, I don't. Those that like to party until 3:00 a.m. in their backyard. For God Sakes! What's the matter with these people?! Oh, the ego. One time we had neighbors that thought of themselves highly in the acoustic guitar playing/singing area and preceded to practice in their backyard the same song for hours. The same song, not sung well, for hours. Yes, we closed our windows, turned up our own music but still, the wailing creeped through our walls. This went on for days.
The best neighbors are those that care for their home, celebrate in reasonable tones and within reasonable hours and bring cupcakes to your parties. And that what these neighbors did. And now they are gone. *sniff*
Who is coming next? The waiting begins.
How have your neighbor experiences been?