Smiles are Contagious

When I arrived at the crossroads of self-assessment, I felt

relieved as though I’d finished another fun aerobics class

or conclusion of one more session with my personal

trainer.

In retrospect I remember my gym days especially due to

the fact my combo instructor – personal trainer was a

loved family member, my youngest son.

Five to six days per week after classes I overheard an

enormous amount of positive chit-chat from women

in the locker room ’bout their favorite instructor.

‘Women of all ages love a handsome man with a good

physique.’

Hilarious to me was how the title role ‘Mom’ had been
given to another with graying hair, an assumption.

Although class participants knew Mom showed up on a

daily basis, they never inquired as to which older woman

was actually the instructor’s mother.

For months my son and I played out this ‘unknown truth’

scenario quite well and then the unexpected happened,

true revelation.

Some ladies were quite embarrassed due to descriptive

adjectives spoken betwixt them in conversations and

thought it necessary to apologize to me.

Smile! Smile!

Reflecting back my thoughts were:

  1. I’m thrilled you ladies love my son.
  2. Your hilarious comments weren’t offensive to me.

We all shared a good laugh!!

Twenty-four years ago he decided to follow his dream.

His move overseas left me filled with mixed emotions.

The past month when amid my exercises on self-love

I learned it was okay to feel both happy and sad about

his relocation.

Some decisions a parent has to often unwillingly accept.

For me acceptance changed to acceptance with gratitude.




Three Day Streak

A new notification ‘never’ seen before . . . . .

Alerted me to the fact I’d posted ‘three’ days in a row.

It’s interesting how all branches of social media keep tabs on you.

We leave a lengthy path of what we do and where we go now fully aware thereof.

I see memories on Facebook of pictures and quotes posted ten plus years ago.

The messenger app when reinstalled surprised me with archived personal and group chats.

History has taken on a brand-new meaning with regard to personal privacy (non-exist).

Google oneself and you’d be quite surprised at the results as all hyperlinks

don’t actually contain truth results.

Who knew the internet would become such a huge filing cabinet when

officially introduced on January 1, 1983.

Three Things Challenge #401

Today’s words: chest – draw – desk

An early morning routine is checking in to read my favs and search for prompts.

A bit of disappointment today as one of my new hosts decided to take a hiatus.

Sitting at my L-shaped desk looking at the laptop screen I sadly realize tis

back to the drawing board to seek out an interesting topic for replacement

posting on Tuesdays.


I wish I had a chest full of ideas – ones I actually like and wish to write about,

new territory again more times than naught challenges greet throughout year.

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2020/10/27/three-things-challenge-401/


The Sunday Whirl # 476

Today’s words: risk – power – contract – flight – doubt – strip – die – board – cast –
assault – crisis – right

Procrastination – uumm – tackle another crisis ??
Right now I’d like to cast an evil spell on the person
who removed my still warm laundry from the dryer
.
Without doubt twas one of the newer younger tenants
lacking patience who couldn’t wait a few moments
or ascend a flight of stairs.

I feel so violated to find my clean clothes thrown upon
a not-so-clean board secured to the laundry room wall.

It appears that with age one is often stripped of their rights.
In my defense I hadn’t left my laundry unattended for hours
and there was another dryer available for use.
It felt like a no-contact assault had been committed against
a person (me) who never once in over 10 years met with such
an experience.

An initial thought to open that dryer door and let the person’s
time run out to find their clothes still wet crossed my mind.

A person who doesn’t feel like two wrongs make a right I
chose the higher road – tis better to be nice – own persona’s contract.

Adage: “Old habits die hard.”

Although far from a happy camper I finished the Wordle.
(today’s writing accomplishment)
I have yet to learn all about the updated WP changes – snail’s pace.

https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2020/10/04/wordle-476/






Beautiful Haven of Books

Hometown library – a beauty
Days pass – visitors miss thee

The small women’s book club
Meeting of the friends’ circle

Kindle readers ‘n tablets okay
Prefer select reads old-fashion way

Search catalog – locate desired aisle section
Left to right eyes seek n’find numerical selection

Be e’er so happy life normalcy return
Distance two blocks walk find fun reads ‘n learn

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