The days in the birth control packet.

You know that packet that that has a pill for every day marked out?
 I need to use that to mark down my moods. Or, my emotions. Or, my stresses.
I am curious as to how all of those would coincide with that particular pill month after month. Is it every 2nd tuesday that I hate everyone. Or, is it every 4th wednesday that I want to quit, and cry, and want to be held. I am curious.
It's the 4th wednesday, just in case you are wondering.

Where are all the Women

There are only 2 genders. Male and Female.
It seems a pretty 50/50 sort of thing.
50% of the world is men, 50% of the world is women.
Maybe a few variations in time, caused by death, disease, or war.
So unless I fail to understand the extremities, there was never a wipe out of the women in the world.
But, where are they?
Where are they?
They are not in the scriptures.
They are not in the leadership, histories, or stories.
Only maybe 10%.
But that's not true.
They are there.
They are holding families together. Cooking every meal, taking care of every child, providing a landing for every man in those histories, or stories.
They are the strong ones. They are the overlooked, unheard heroes.
Then and now.
I'm so ticked.
Women take it all on, take care of everything, and yet there is no award for holding the world together.

I'm a Runner.

I may not run everyday. I actually haven't ran in weeks. Months. Probably almost a year. But I'm a runner. Want to know how I know? It was sunshiny out Saturday afternoon. I went out for a walk. But guess what? I couldn't just walk. I had to run. I had to RUN! Well, maybe jog. But, it felt awesome :)

The best of the previous.

My brother once suggested, "what if our current life is built on our past life."

I've taken that thought, and here's what I've created.

You are born, you live, you make  choices; good and bad, and then you die. 

Then, you are born again, and for all the good choices, all the good that you did, you get to keep in the born again life.  

You had fabulous grades because you worked hard? 

Next life, good grades come easy.

You make a good decision on your career?

You keep the career.

You hate your job, but give it all you have?

Next life, you get a different option.

Fabulous spouse?

Next life, same spouse.

Not perfect spouse?

Get to choose again.

House, City, Family?

Keep the good, try again on that which was not the ideal. 

Interesting thought process huh? 

I like it. I like the idea of lots of possibilities in lots of lives! 

(this is where I would usually insert a laughing emoji)

Pictures. Fact or Fiction.

I see them. But, I am having a really hard time believing that they really happened.
43 years of moments captured on glossy 4x6.
How do I not remember the before or after of that precise pose?
How did I get from there to here?

Fingernail paint.

I'm painting my fingernails now.
It makes me happy.
It's all in the color.
Who knew?!  Yay!

Intimate Music

I find that when I know what someone likes to listen to in the privacy of their own car, office, earbud, kitchen, I feel like I get very personal peek into their soul. I love new music options, I love to hear new varieties, but almost feel like I'm a personal stalker if I listen to what they listen to in the privacy of their own time. I suppose it's because music is a very intimate thing for me. I listen to it because it speaks to my heart, my soul. If it and I connect, it is on a very intimate level. Therefore, if I connect to that which someone else has connected to already, are we then connected?