Everything I know, I know too late. I survive, but it is a barely state. My mind is now so completely confused by stress; everywhere I lose.
Alex said I had cognitive decline, then I did not think it, but now with all my life upended and placed in situations I mistrust, I comprehend it. My thoughts scramble and fry.
Sleep-deprivation takes a great toll on me. Sleep is essential to my mental well-being and here it is often compromised.
There are health issues coming to the fore that I have no idea how I will handle. I see my decline physically as a foregone conclusion.
Creative writing is slipping because my nerves are so consumed by fear.
I just wanted some of this out here. Living in Dallas has been very difficult thus far.
Creativity It is bound to every soul, Love never lets go; However we may survive Hope keeps our fond dreams alive.
The above is a tanka, a counted-syllable poetic form I often use. The counts are 5-7-5-7-7 syllables. I wrote this one while composing this post.
As a prompt: Try your hand at this form or create something that celebrates Creativity and its link to Love and dreaming.
Please drop a like, comment, or share if you appreciated this post. It helps me know I am doing something worth continuation.
I doodle when I am trying to soothe myself. What do you do when you need to reach calm?
Everything today converged to make getting things done difficult.
Sometimes plans run amok, I lack necessary control. Do you ever get lost in things and time slips on you? It often occurs to me that despite efforts to the contrary I am floating unanchored. Only the present exists and it is an area wild. Who holds it? God, I suppose, but does He cede the reins that each of us drafts our activity? Live life alive sweet subtle self 🌟 serene.
I am a creative and I appreciate some of AI functions. However, when it downright changes my words, I want to dismiss it entirely.
One reason I persist in doing much of my work by hand is keeping AI out of creation. I want my voice, not some sanitized spiritedness.
Anyway, I hope you have checked in with yourself ☺️ today. It is essential to be kind in your dealings with yourself. Self-empathy allows you a more even attitude with others.
Sometimes, typing puts me in a wholly estranged space of creation. It can be a good thing. I lighten up a little. Finding myself suddenly thrust into a sky high attitude I lapse into calm.
Prompt – Try several modes of creating: text, handwritten, art, graphic design, photography, or otherwise. Examine how your mood may change. Decide if you appreciate the differences.
Thank you for spending time with me. You are vital. Your input can influence. If you wish, comment, like share. Be involved, help evolution and revolution.
Peace be your companion and creativity enlighten your hours. Do, be, keep going. Never give up! Quitting is 🚫 not your pathway! Success beckons; press on.
When I was a kid, Daddy and I used to go to the baseball games of the Atlanta Braves at the Atlanta Stadium. I won tickets by making straight As at school. We likely would never have gone otherwise because money was limited for such things. I saw Hank Aaron hitting his homers.
Myself
I watched lots of teams over those years. The Reds, the Dodgers, and the Yankees were all excellent. Sorry, I cannot name them all. You know the names better than I do, probably.
In school, I was seldom picked for teams when we did sports things like softball, even kickball, or dancing.
I played basketball with the neighborhood kids at my hoop on the tree that Dad measured to league specs, often with my ball. The boys were great with their prowess. I was short and I seldom got to shoot as a guard. We did play Horse and I shot then, like free throws. We played a variety of basketball I called Tag Basketball; it was not regulation.
The Globetrotters came to my school once and probably to another school, too, as I grew.
We, kids, played croquet with the set I got from Santa one year. My parents taught me, and they played sometimes, but it was often us kids.
The funny thing about the croquet set was I did not find it at Christmas. I am diverging from the main theme I meant to have here. I have to let you know something though. I was that kid who would not go to sleep on Christmas Eve, or ever really, early enough. My brothers were years older than me and they must have helped with how things were done. We would go on a ride on Christmas Eve to see the lights while Mom and Dad told me The Christmas Story of Jesus being born of the Virgin Mary and how He came to save the World. When we returned Santa would have visited our home. I believed in Santa, even as I believed the Christmas Story. I gave my life to Jesus as a child. I sinned a lot since then and it preys on my mind that I was not well enough surrendered. I have asked for forgiveness, but I worry.
Back to baseball, we watched it on television when it came over the airwaves. It was before you had to pay for all that was on TV. Back then, it was a right to be entertained as you relaxed after hard days of working, making money, or learning work, at school. I suppose commercials paid for it, then.
I always hated the commercials, because they were louder and I was in charge of the volume, which meant I had to turn the sound down, then back up. No remotes guys, it was a physical knob on the facing of the set. Channels had to be changed by someone walking to the set too. Commercials interfered with watching the games but gave us time to grab a drink or go potty.
Through a fortunate circumstance this year I have MLB. I have not watched my Braves in many years, partly because of the extra cost, and partly when I pay attention, they often seem to lose. Usually, I check on sports rarely cause I want all my teams to win. It is exciting having MLB cause I want to know what the athletes do.
I was Pep Club Captain in High School. We designed and did the artwork for the teams’ signs by hand. We were at the ball games to cheer, but we were not cheerleaders with all their charisma and athleticism. What we made, like the banners the football team ran through and decorative signs in the gym. We were supposed to encourage school spirit and were not allowed to brush our hair in public places.
Again, I digress. The Braves won. I only saw the scores for Thursday because I had to sleep. But replays I saw of some players were incredible.
Go, Braves, Go! I am for all of MLB that the players stay safe from injury and do well.
Go, Braves, Go! Win it!
Copyright – Jo Ann J. A. Jordan. Friday, March 31, 2023
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