life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

life, love,art. heart failure and assorted ramblings

Don't Talk Like That...

I write to find out what my heart thinks....

I write to expose and work through the ugly parts of this raunchy disease. My words always help me understand that in this life there will be times that are crappy painful and unexpected but tucked in there are the amazingly wonderful, too. That is when I realized the only control I have over any of this is how I chose to experience them! I realized that I could understand, celebrate can survive even better when I could express these feelings with my own words of courage, humor, and grace. I am the Queen of my own life and the choice is mine!

I am here to celebrate my life, to uncover my fears, to hold on to love, to grieve my losses, to laugh long and hard, and to learn how to live a full magnificent life with heart failure.

I am honoring my creativity, and exploring all of my emotions out loud ...before anyone can say....."Don't talk like that!"


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Sunday, November 20, 2016

being uncommon...

It kind of feels like, that most attempts to make me feel common….for example religion, politics, social/business associations and most medical offices appeal to my need to be well, part of a tribe, to be liked by others, or to “fit in” socially.  But when I stand back and honestly compare my needs with “their” needs…. there always seems to be an underlying reason for them to want me to fit in and it never has anything to do with what is good for me.  My need to be a part of something, my need to be loved and liked and my need to be well has given them access to my inherent weakness for them to exploit and take control of how I feel about myself.  Need is the four letter word that destroys me. I want to feel good about being uncommon!
"32 Flavors"  Ani DiFranco

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