Crowd Surf This Guy [Daily Prompt: Pep Rally]

We all know someone who could use a pep talk… so write them one!  Photographers, artists, poets: show us CHEER.  via Daily Prompt: Pep Rally.

I don’t know if what I am about to write is necessarily  a “pep talk”.  I feel like pep talk is when you are cheering someone up but a “pep rally” to me is giving a celebration for the person or team that has proven to be great before and will now be doing it once again.  Hip Hip Hooray!

Coincidentally, on my car ride to work, I was thinking about my work but also about the work my boyfriend does.  I tease him about his endless stories about his day but they are quite interesting and at times entertaining.  Most of all though, I am proud of him.  He has a tough job in Law Enforcement.  Any career that deals with the law and the people who don’t obey them is very tough on anyone, even the strongest man or woman out there.  It definitely isn’t just a job they have to do to get a paycheck, it’s so much more than that.  It is a service to all people for our protection, for our safety and it is so admiral to have these men and women put themselves in dangerous and sometimes hostile environments just to make sure that the rest of us don’t have to.

I know some days it is hard on his psyche to see what he sees, to endure the bullshit he must endure and to leave it behind once his shift is over.  Although, the job isn’t a comfy 9-5 behind a desk, it gives him purpose to wake up every morning.   He has people to protect, laws to enforce, structure to provide and lives to keep safe even the lives of those who endanger themselves.

I have never experienced being close to someone working in a profession like his so  I was ignorant to how important and admirable the job really is.  It’s dangerous but lively.  His career gives him purpose.  His day to days have meaning because he is out there performing his tasks for a reason to make sure that everything runs smoothly so all people in and out of his vicinity are protected physically, protected by their human rights and all are as safe as can be under his watch.

So, rather than a pep talk, this is a pep rally to keep him motivated, keep him strong and let him know there are so many people who count on him and trust their lives in his hands.  He should feel so good about that and wake up every morning with a smile knowing someone is looking up to him and thanking him for a safer day.        

I love you squash.



I love this. Suffering from Anxiety, this is the first time I am reading about other real people who might understand what I am feeling. Plus. I love photography. Thanks for sharing.

Broken Light: A Photography Collective

Photo taken by first-time contributor Bri, a 20-year-old mother from New Jersey who lives with epilepsy and anxiety. When her anxiety hits hard, she feels the need to flee, which is not always an option. When she was a child and she started to panic, she got into the habit of filling her bathtub with hot water, jumping in fully clothed and submerging her ears underwater so everything seemed faint and far away. She felt like she was suddenly far from the chaos, and the hot water was physically comforting. She would spend hours in the tub listening to the sound of the water and the air filling her lungs letting her know that she was still alive. Then when she would get out, her clothes would be so heavy clinging onto her just like the anxiety itself. She would peel them off and feel brand new again, light as…

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That Was Way Harsh [Daily Prompt: Sad But True]

“The was wayyy harsh, Tai.” (From the movie, Clueless)

Tell us about the harshest, most difficult to hear — but accurate — criticism you’ve ever gotten. Does it still apply?  Photographers, artists, poets: show us HARSH.

via Daily Prompt: Sad But True.

I am a big fan of harsh criticism because I am always looking to improve.  I really want to be the best I can be.

Recently, my friend of 13 years told me that I am cold and distant.  It came as a shock me to because I had never perceived myself to be either of those.  She basically said I am not mean or anything but stubborn and don’t budge and I am not a warm person.

I wasn’t upset or annoyed that she told me.  I like to hear how I was perceived.  I was just surprised that it was me she was talking about.

Lisa’s Gifts [Daily Prompt: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious]

You get some incredibly, amazingly, wonderfully fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?  Photographers, artists, poets: show us INCREDIBLE.

via Daily Prompt: Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

My first instinct is to find someone to tell. Unfortunately, the people I find that I want to tell are always preoccupied and don’t usually share the same excitement as me.  Lately, anyway.  I haven’t had super-duper exciting news to share recently but I am hoping my luck is about to change.

After being disappointed, ranting and raving about my news to someone less interested, I guess I would indulge in food I shouldn’t eat and maybe drink a little too much, smoke a cigarette even though I am a quitter but that would offset the disappointment that no one else is excited for me and then sit there and think over and over about my news and smile to myself because ultimately,  I am the only one who cares and the only one it’s affecting anyway.


Childhood Lessons

I ran in the house crying. I just wanted to be alone. I could still hear all the kids playing outside, running around on that summer night. I ran into my parents room and buried my head in a pillow on their bed. My dad came in and sat there on the bed as I cried. “Why daddy, why don’t they like me? They are always leaving me out and making fun of me but why?”

He looked at me as we sat in the bed in front of the backyard screen doors. “Lee, the tough moments you have now are preparing you, these little hurdles are making you stronger for the more difficult moments you might have later on. God is preparing you and making you stronger.”

To be continued….

Hood Chick [Daily Prompt: Community Service]

Your entire community — however you define that; your hometown, your neighborhood, your family, your colleagues — is guaranteed to read your blog tomorrow. Write the post you’d like them all to see.  Photographers, artists, poets: show us COMMUNITY.

via Daily Prompt: Community Service.

I find it hard to believe that anyone I know would support something I feel passionate about.  There is the one or two people who are the exception but support is hard to come by from friends.  Go-figure.

I don’t think there is a specific topic that I would share if my blog was to be a guaranteed read tomorrow, I guess that’s because I would like everything I write to be of interest to someone in my community and outside my community.

I just read in my daily note from the universe that the times we feel lonely are the times to remember most because of that moment when someone comes along or an idea created from the solitude and your life somehow is positively changed but coming out of the loneliness.  One could only feel great when they come from feeling sad or in pain.  I guess it’s just the same when one can only succeed if they have failed the first time.  Learn from the error.  I found that to be an interesting way to look at being lonely.  I am not lonely now but I have felt it before.  It is nice to not be lonely anymore.  So I guess I can appreciate the fact that I know the difference.  It won’t allow me to take my company for granted.

It’s Good To Live Again [Daily Prompt: Mid-Season Replacement]

orange leaves autumn hue picture and wallpaperFor many of us the seasons are changing, bouncing unpredictably between cold and warm. Are you glad to be moving into a new season, or wishing for one more week of the old?  Photographers, artists, poets: show us SEASONS.

via Daily Prompt: Mid-Season Replacement.

As much as I would love to be at the beach and in the sun for the rest of my days, I do love Autumn.  Autumn in New York, though has changed since I was a kid.  It was in-between hot and cold.  The 70-75 degree weather.  Sometimes dropping to the 60-65 degree temperatures but it was okay because it was expected.  Now a days, we have a week of 80-90 degree weather followed by 55-65 degree temperatures.  I can’t put away my summer clothes and I can’t bring out my fall clothes because I don’t really have a clue what this season will be like.

I love the summer.  I love the heat but Autumn/Fall is a nice break.  I can do without winter altogether.  Spring is like Fall so I can’t discriminate.

My favorite part about Fall is its October gloom.  The colors of the leaves as they change and fall to the floor.  The sound the leaves make when they are stepped on.  Crunch!  And the disappearance of buzzing bees and summery insects.  The conceiving of new life, love and mystery to birth come Spring time.

Hoodies and stretch pants, sneakers and boots, blankets and couches, dark afternoons and cuddling.

“Lovers that bless the dark
On benches in Central Park
(But) It’s autumn in New York
It’s good to live it again”
Autumn in New York – Frank Sinatra

Thrills & Chills [Daily Prompt: Fright Night]

Do you like being scared by books, films, and surprises? Describe the sensation of being scared, and why you love it — or don’t.  Photographers, artists, poets: show us FRIGHTENING.

via Daily Prompt: Fright Night.

My mother watched scary movies and read thriller novels as I was growing up.  She would sit there on the couch with me and watch Poltergeist and Halloween etc.  “Their hereeeeeeeeeeee.”

As a young child, I enjoyed books like Goosebumps and any R.L. Stine books I could get my hands on but as years passed I became more and more frightened and gave it up.  Not to mention, I had been and still have nightmares almost, if not, every night since I was a toddler.

I stopped watching the scary movies or I would peak at a few.  Then there was only certain types of movies I would watch that were scary and suspenseful but after a while my imagination became to vivid and my nightmares would prevent me from rest.

I don’t like thrillers that involve suffering and torture, not in the least.  I don’t find that to be entertaining and it only disturbs during the viewing and days after.  Mystery and suspense was more along the lines of what I could tolerate.

It is fun to be scared when it is harmless.  Recently, I’ve gone out of my comfort zone and  been watching more suspenseful tv shows.  I am in the midst of watching Sleepy Hollow, The Witches of East End and I will be watching American Horror Story: Coven tonight on my DVR.  All shows of which I probably would have never considered watching before I am now becoming intrigued.  Am I scared or anxious when a certain scene comes on?  Yes, but I am facing my fears so they will vanish.  I think it is working because I am starting to enjoy the mystery again.

I am even thinking about researching the history of witchcraft without it interfering with my belief in God and Jesus Christ, of course.  I just am on a movement to be more open-minded to everything this world has to offer.

And just so you know, my nightmares are sometimes worse than any movie I have ever seen and that scares me the most.

Shut It Down [Daily Prompt: Bloggers, Unplugged]

Sometimes, we all need a break from these little glowing boxes. How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen?  Photographers, artists, poets: show us UNPLUGGED.

via Daily Prompt: Bloggers, Unplugged.

There are always times when you just need to shut everything down and escape from the lights and the media.  It is time to unplug when you become so consumed with the world around you that you have forgotten how important it is to be alone and have “me” time.

When you can’t remember the last time you shut the television, turned off the iPad, laptop, tablet, cell phone, etc. then it is absolutely time to take a break from the world intruding on your privacy.

When I need time, I sit there and I think about nothing.  Weather permitting, I will go to the beach or boardwalk and just take in the air.

Personally, I think we are just too plugged in to begin with.  We are so afraid of being alone, we have created this world of countless ways to always have someone around.

Shut it down.