I will think about it tomorrow - for tomorrow is another day

Yes, that is a shout out to one of my favorite movies - Gone With The Wind. I enjoyed when movies like this, or The Wizard of Oz were only played once a year. That's what made them magical. Now any child can own The Wizard of Oz, which to me is a bit sad. Where are the things that were events?
It is an unfortunate commentary on what the everyday world has become.

There are parts of technology I love. I won't deny it. I have the ability to communicate with anyone anywhere at any time. If you don't have the luxury of being with your family, or if you are in a long distance relationship, technology is what keeps it all afloat. Granted, face to face is the best, but if you like to organize your thoughts for a second, then you have the ability to text or messenger. Technology gives you that chance. If you have something that is thought out, you can send an email. Sometimes, you just need to hear that person's voice. Boom - a phone call! You also have Skype (and I really should go all 21st century and learn how to use it!) for those across the country face to face moments.

Yet with all that technology, you can choose to go rogue. My suggestion? Send a card, send a letter, send something that comes from you. We used to pass notes in school. Some of us may even have a note or two left from those times. Why did you keep it? You kept it because it touched you somehow, and by keeping the note, card, whatever - you kept a piece of that person. You can keep emails, but it just isn't the same. Times are changing. What we thought was sweet or romantic, our kids may think is a bit lame. The cool part is when they don't. If you put forth the effort, you can show them that romantic is more than physical. It is the words, the actions, the sweet gestures, and the ability to make someone laugh or smile. Romance is not dead, nor is chivalry. Personal experience tells me so.

So many choices. Options abound, but is this really a good thing? More choices means more chances for error, more things to be uncertain on. Is there really a need for that many flavors of chips? Salad dressing? You name it, I am sure there are very few products in this day and age that do not have a vast selection to choose from. With the massive varieties available, do we not reach the point of overkill? What if tomorrow you woke up, and were told that you can't get your Venti Mocha Frappuccino? All that we can hope to have is coffee, with cream and sugar. Would the world cease to turn? I'm betting no.

My point? Celebrate what you have. Don't lament what you do not. Vast amounts of choices still do not guarantee that you will make the right decision. Tell people that you love them and care about them. Don't let life pass you by, waiting for the right opportunity. You create your special moments. They do not have to be at a certain time or in a certain place. It will be special because you shared something from your heart, regardless of the surroundings. Allow yourself to trust, because this is a good feeling. When you've been hurt, you tend to build that barrier between yourself and the rest of the world. Once those walls come down, you are afraid of the vulnerability. It's okay. Not everyone is going to hurt you. You are something special - don't ever forget that.


With Thanksgiving coming up rapidly, be thankful every day. Smile- pick that happy thought, and run with it. I have a lot to be thankful for. I have wonderful people in my life who embrace every bit of crazy that I possess.  Life is very good.

I will leave you with that thought. Until we meet again, my friends.

Angie

Questions to ponder, musings to have

And a lovely Monday evening to all of my friends.

Now, just so you know, I am in the process of completing a short story. This will be shared once it is complete. I hope it turns out as well as the last one I shared. A good story is a joy to behold. Gives me goosebumps!

I came across this small box of questions, called a Chat Pack. I figured, what the heck? Let's take a few out for a spin, kick the tires, and let's see if anything rattles loose. I love listening to other people's stories. I have since I was a kid. So, to make this interesting, I will share a few questions, and my answers to such. If you so desire, go ahead and address the questions in the comments section. If that makes you uncomfortable, shoot me an email. I'd love to hear from you. I'm at romanticsoul68@yahoo.com.

The first one is: What is your favorite childhood memory?

Now as I see it, I define childhood as pre-teenager. I have many great teenage memories, some which are almost fit to print (almost!).

I'd have to say that my favorite childhood memories involve my Grandma Johnson. She was a heck of a lady - everyone called her Bill. Her real name was Doris, and she hated that so much. I spent many happy summers in Franklin Grove when they lived on a farm. I played with my cousins outdoors. Ah, back in the day when kids had to use their imaginations! We had many a creative tale of pirates, or princesses, or witches. We'd built forts, or pick wild asparagus, or lie under a tree. Games involved dress up, or a deck of cards, or possibly the chickens or sheep. A treat was a frozen Flavor Ice tube, or when they went for groceries, to buy one of those flavored pops from Aldi's - mostly grape or black cherry. Grandma Bill made doll clothes, so my Barbies were always well dressed. She also made the most wonderful stuffed animals. It was a real treat to get one for your birthday, or Christmas. I remember the most incredible bunnies I got once, because Easter came right after my birthday. I also remember a bit later in life that my Grandma made a stuffed lion for a certain gentleman for his birthday (let's just say the name is recognizable, and I hope that he gets a kick out of this if he reads it). That was more for my best friend to give the boy she had a crush on. She had the most amazing talent for crosswords and cryptograms - both were always done in pen. I share a love of cryptograms to this day. Thanks, Grandma!

 She was also a fantastic cook. Her Thanksgiving dinners made you want to eat until you exploded. At Christmas, the cookies, the candy...oh my goodness! She made so many for friends and family that she actually began making the dough in late summer and freezing it. This is why I help my mom bake cookies at Christmas - it's a little piece of my grandma that I carry with me. I miss her terribly. She was my confidant, and I think I get a bit of my personality from her.

Question #2 -What is the strangest thing that has ever happened to you?

Ok, I am a bit of a believer in the unexplained. I know, it sounds ridiculous. Maybe I want to believe that there are ways to communicate with those who have passed away. There are many things that have no logical explanation. I am not a kook. I will not preach the supernatural to you. However, this one time (at band camp,..no, that's not right)...I experienced something in a delirium that I cannot give you a rational justification for to this day. I was about 12 or 13. I was very ill with the flu, and running an extremely high fever (103+). My mom was quite concerned, as I was out of my head. I was so hot, yet could not get warm. She was worried as the fever did not seem to want to break. I would talk to her, but would not make a lot of sense. At one point, I got quiet. My mom asked me if I was ok. I was told I looked at her, and said, " Mom, I'm fine. Grandma Burrows is taking care of me."
Now, bear in mind, I had never met Grandma Burrows. She was my mom's grandma, and died when my mom was little. Shortly after this revelation, my fever broke, and I relaxed. When I was coherent, my mom told me what I had said, and I had no memory of it at all. Maybe sometimes there are greater forces at work after all?

And...question #3: What do you think is your best personality trait? Your greatest talent?

I am not one to brag myself up. It is one thing to be confident, and another to have a bit of humility and modesty. To address the question though, I think the best part of my personality is how much I care. I have a great deal of empathy for people. I have been gifted with a way of seeing myself in their shoes - often able to address their wants and needs. If we are friends, you have zero doubt that I care about you, and would go out of my way to help you if asked. When I admire you, compliment you, or wish you well - I mean it.

My greatest talent?
Well, folks - you read it as often as I post. I'd say that I write well. I am not conceited about it. I love to take words and twist and turn them, making that prose take the shape it was intended to to convey the appropriate feeling or emotion. Best feeling ever? When I am able to tell a story that captures your mind. I want to make you think. I want you to become part of the tale. When I create poetry, it  comes from that place in the depths of my soul. It may be painful, or full of love, or whatever emotion, and I let that creativity loose with free reign. Do I write from personal experience? Sometimes. When I do that, the description is often vivid enough for you to actually see the words become the illustration. Someday my friends...this will be what I am remembered for.

Thanks for humoring me. Chat Pack is a fun little game. Please share your answers, via comments or email. I'd really enjoy that.

Until we meet again,

Angie