If you or someone you know is struggling with thoughts of suicide or self harm, contact the national suicide prevention lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. Staffers are there ready to help you get back on track. Remember you are not ALONE!
As twenty-twenty-one comes to a close I was thinking of what would be my last blog post of the year? I had four blogs in the can but none of them feel rights to post. I got to thinking about the holidays and the range of emotion that comes with. There’s two holidays I always look forward to Thanksgiving and New Year’s Eve. Thanksgiving is the holidays I spend with the family. It’s a big reunion of multiple generations gathering to celebrate love. New Year’s Eve I spend with my other family my friends. We usually be on some magical adventure driving to a destination but as of late with Covid still running wild the last two New Years have been low-key and I doubt this year will be any different. Hello I’m Sunny known as the professional martini drinking blogger and today’s blog is inspired the feeling of what holiday seasons means. Let’s explore.
Green, Green, Green nothing but green lights straight ahead. We got the green light to Go, Go, Go. No time for red lights. No time to stop for once I can see everything clearly. Sorrow sweet sorrow is never far behind today she’s outta of my mind.
Driving down open roads no traffic to block the view. My foot pushing faster on the gas pedal speeding up to a natural high I’m really digging this ride.
Taking a long ride up the coastal highway windows rolled down and hair flying freely wildly in the brisk sea air there’s nothing better in this moment than riding high with loved ones.
This blog is inspired by writing prompt 107 write about Love and Driving
If you or someone you know is struggling with thoughts of suicide of self harm, please contact the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255. Staffers are there ready to help you get back on track. Remember you are not Alone.
Momma use to tell me to stop relax think before I speak. Use my words carefully to articulate my frustration otherwise what I’m attempting to express will get lost in translation. Momma also would say words is like a sharp knife, use them wickedly and they can cut you. In today society it’s very difficult to explain an unpopular point of view without being offensive or taken out of context. Why are our words so hard to articulate?
Even the most famous authors have a hard time expressing an opinion within context. You would think it would be easy for someone who writes for a living to express their opinion in a meaningful way. We all have been in situations where a slip of the tongue gets you into hot water. However to intentionally go on a social media campaign about transgenders rights and not expect any blowback is a whole different ball game.
This blog post is inspired by my puppy Franz Rocket Skywalker or lil’bit. Death is never easy to face especially when you fight to stay. Sometimes letting go is far better than suffering. Death will come knocking again and again until one day she’ll come knocking for us. I’m learning it’s not how, when or where you die that matters. It’s how you lived that counts.
Carolyn V. Wormely Sunrise: October 26, 1935 🌹 Sunset: December 13, 2009
This one’s for you mom. I love more than you’ll ever know.
Tomorrow is here that time of year when we think of you fondly my dear. All the tears shed hasn’t healed the pain of your departure. Today I fear to close my eyes to wake up to tomorrow which marks the day you received your heavenly wings.
This poem is inspired by writing prompt #118 write about autumn/fall – enjoy
Autumn leaves are falling stripping the trees bare. There’s a crisp breeze dancing in the air. The smells of pumpkin spice and everything nice is everywhere. You and I sit on the porch welcoming the Autumn dawn. It’s that time of year again when I think of you most. Red, brown and yellow leaves falling around us and you holding me in your arms like a warm blanket on this Autumn day. Squeezing tighter and tighter, I can feel your heartbeat against my back. I can feel your warm breath on my neck, submerged in your embrace knowing that no one will ever love me in this way.
When it comes a time to stop mourning the loss and just move on? There are different ways of mourning. People mourning a death of loved one and or the dissolution of a relationship. Some people choose to mourn by celebrating the life the legacy and then there are those who find themselves stuck in a moment of self doubt, loneliness, fear and uncertainty unable to move on. Today blog is about mourning the loss of a relationship.