And Then, Everything Happened

Today has been one of those this and that days for me.

I started out at just after 7 AM trying to talk myself into having a good day. Tried to tell myself I didn’t feel bad, I could and would get up and take Campbell for a walk, and believe it or not, I succeeded.

I didn’t just get up and pretend to feel better. Well, I did at first, but as I got going, it became reality.

Later while getting ready to go out to the store I asked myself, “so, did you, do you really feel better, or are you pretending?”

Answer, “I really feel better. I do.”

When I returned home with my plunder from the store, and was greeted at the door by a big, wiggling, wagging beast, I saw that Campbell was feeling better too.

These days he gets a slow start to the day, but he puts me in mind of a windup toy, cause once you get him going, he’s gone.

I went inside, sat my groceries down, made a mad-dash to the bathroom, and then Campbell and I were off for our late morning, early afternoon walk.

He sniffed alongside the fences where other dogs lived, reading the Daily Doggy. He dug in piles of leaves that had been raked into the verge between the sidewalk and street, and he even dug a hole beside the corner down from our house, he was loving life as never before, discovering things he’d never done before, or at least not in a very long time.

Back at the house, I listened to a podcast on writing while I put away my groceries, loaded the dishwasher, and put some lunch in the oven.

Then I spent time catching up on Facebook, Twitter, and WordPress, as well as reading mail.

“What the heck? Lunch is done, and it’s nearly time to take the beast for another walk.”

Eating lunch I was amazed to find it was more like early supper, it was quite literally 3 in the afternoon.

“What on earth?” I asked the air, “Where did the day go? Seemed like just a minute ago I was waking up and feeling like a train wreck, and then, everything happened.”

Now, here I am at the end of another day, I don’t feel like I got a whole lot done, and part of that is because I didn’t. Part of that is because of tech junk I cannot yet help, and part of it is because, “Everything happened.”

What fun.

One thing I noted as I went through my day, everything I encountered seemed to have the same theme. It seemed to me everything I listened to, read, or talked about with others hinged on people being stopped by their fears, and the limitations they put on themselves, and I thought…

“What would’ve happened had I given into the thought I had when I first woke? What would’ve happened had I believed that I felt horrible, and that I couldn’t possibly get up and do anything today?”

Answer? “Nothing.”

But, I did not believe that false voice, I did not give into the fear I had of going out without Campbell. I did not give into that feeling that everything was wrong. I went passed that, faced my fear, and walked onward, and, “everything happened.”

I made some decisions about my writing today, and I think sometimes that’s the most important part of the writing process.

Today I decided I was going to walk passed what I consider my limits. I’m going to put aside the worry I have about what this or that person might think if I write specific things in my works, and I’m going to go with my desire to tell my stories the best way I know, and with as much bravery as I can find, and I’m gonna love it.

I’m finally going to come out from behind rock inhibition and I’m going to finish my Blended Lives Chronicles, and I’m going to publish it.

I’m going to write and publish my Campbell’s Rambles Trilogy, and I’m going to stand tall believe in my writing ability, and I’m going to love it.

I’m going to make, “Everything happen.”

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8 Responses to And Then, Everything Happened

  1. pujakins says:

    Excellent philosophy, and it works, Hugs, Tasha


    • Patty says:

      Thing is, it truly does. All that time I was so sick, and in hospital then in nursing therapy, I kept on laughing, making jokes about the hard stuff, learning to accept things as they came, and some days faking it until I could make it, and somehow that seemed to make it all just a bit easier. I’ve taken those lessons and carried them into every part of my life and honestly I’ve found even the smallest things can give great joy. Most times, by the time I’ve washed my face, brushed my teeth and hair, and had my morning necessary, Campbell has gotten up and done at least three things to make me laugh. By the time I’m dressed and ready to go out the door with him, I’m already feeling better. Perspective is everything, and it took precious years for me to learn. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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  2. Patty, I read somewhere many years ago the advice that we should behave as if we felt good. The mind picks up on the body language and that allows us to re-focus on the positive. Anyway, sounds like you had a very good day, and you got done what you needed to do. That must have rubbed off on your boy.


    • Patty says:

      It’s kind of why I push through that first hour or so of morning. I know that if I do, most times, I will feel better. For whatever reason, my Fibro is worse in the mornings, and that mixed with the fact that I don’t sleep well most nights makes it hard. But, if I just keep on with the morning routine, even when I’ve no coffee, LOL, I can usually find joy in the day. Today was a pretty good day, as days go, and Campbell and I both enjoyed it. Unfortunately now I’m awake, and he’s awake, which means tomorrow we’re gonna wants nap, and probably will. Especially if the sun shines in the livingroom window in the afternoon. LOL. Thanks for reading and commenting. I sometimes wonder why anyone wants to read my ramblings, but I love writing, so I just do it and hope someone enjoys it. 🙂

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      • I’m not a morning person – never have been. Since my pancreatitis started, I’ve been sleeping late, but I’m getting better about getting up and trudging through till I can think.


      • Patty says:

        I always enjoyed early mornings, but fibro can be really hard that time of day. Add on top of it good old arthritis and you got an hour or so where every step is just miserable. But, having a dog to get up for is very good for me. It keeps me moving when otherwise I might give in and lay in bed all day reading and sleeping on days when I felt bad. It’s good that Campbell likes to have that early morning walk because usually by the time I’ve walked a bit with him, then given him his breakfast, I’m starting to loosen up and feel better, meds are kicking in and things are a bit better. But, honestly the biggest thing that helps is my thinking process. Yes, sometimes I have to fake it till I can make it I have to make up funny things, encourage Campbell’s sneezing and stomping, and all, so I keep on getting on with things, but once I get going with it unless I feel really bad, I am usually feeling better. Pretty quick. I cannot abide these people who go on and on about how bad they feel, and how horrible everything, and wa wa wa. When I worked for 2-11 I had a little lady I called to check on every day and she was 90 plus and she had the best attitude. She told me, “Silly keeps me alive.” She told me if I could laugh through my problems they’d be easier to take, and she was right.

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  3. butterflythomas says:

    That’s great, sometimes you have to give yourself a little peptalk then you can realize you are capable. 😎💜👀


    • Patty says:

      Hi butterfly. Thank you again for reading and commenting. Yes, sometimes we have to push past everything, and cheer ourselves on word.

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