As a career professional, volunteer, mom, wife, and friend, I focus on the positive aspects of life, even when the road is rough getting there. Life is funny. How you treat others, how you handle situations, and how you live each day is your responsibility ... so are the outcomes.
"The Jones" are a make-believe family everyone strives to be like. They range in age, race, size, education, and personalities, yet the one thing in common is people trying to keep up with them. "The Jones" are ruining people's financial well-being and destroying our children. They are teaching people to not think for themselves and what they need to sustain life, like the basics first; food, shelter, clothes.
As the seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, and years pass by, how many times do you say you will do it tomorrow. Did tomorrow ever come?
I have been a member of the West Allis Charities, Inc. since September 1998. I have found, it is important to contribute and give to those, who need help when times are tough. I figure, if I can start in my own community (city) and get others to join the "bandwagon of support" for neighbors in need, I am fulfilling one of the many blessings I have been given. The blessing I am speaking of is bringing others together for a common goal of bettering people's lives one-by-one.
"I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, and my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60’s & 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.