Time's a ticking, along with my heart

I'm a mother and that means I care too much which also translates to pushing too hard. I know that sometimes I'm too harsh. Honestly, there's no excuse. I need to learn to curb my ire and phrase things in a kinder way.

I have to learn to control my frustration. It comes from seeing people, especially those I care about, not doing the best they can. I have a real difficulty not understanding people who aren't motivated to do what is best for them. If you complain about being out of shape or overweight then do something about it. Sitting down in front of the computer for 8 hours of the day is not helping you lose weight. Going for a walk does. Effort is something that you need to give to achieve anything so if you don't put effort into things it makes no sense to complain if you are not achieving anything. Complaining does nothing but waste my time. Wasting time is a huge pet peeve of mine. I have to learn to give people time though. I have to learn to be more patient. Not everyone has had the same experiences that I did to learn such a lesson. 

I'm a mama. I want what's best for everyone. I just need to remember that giving someone time to learn something is not a waste of my time. 

Water of words

I'm a writer. It's not just the name of a job that I wish I had but it's the type of soul I am. I started this blog for some college courses I was taking online a few years ago and yet, here I am still writing in it. No one reads this and that doesn't bother me at all. I kind of prefer it that way. It's kind of a rambling of what might be happening in my life or snapshot of that's moment's thought.

I write for myself, not for anyone else. My thoughts are my own and are a constant stream that overflows so much with depths so deep that I'm not even aware of them and tributaries that run wild over the lands of realities and further. Sometimes my words are flowery and what I hope are artistic descriptions. Other times they are concise and to a sharp point. Other times I'm writing just to write. Most times I have no idea where my ideas will take me but I know there's an journey I must experience.

So I keep writing. If anyone ever stumbles upon this, that's fine. I hope you like what I write. If you don't, well, there's a millions of other blogs you can partake in but I thank you for the moment that you took to stumble upon my little chip of the writing block.