Write…to heal

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Properly told, your story, any story, is enough.  There is no need to pretend or attempt to be something you aren’t as that becomes quickly evident to others.

Let’s face it, we easily go into brain overload with the stories we tell everyone in order to preserve the lessons life teaches us and the memories it leaves behind.  What we share taps into something primal and basic without relying on the need to embellish an experience.  Each story we share is enough without unneeded exaggeration beyond using a few different words.  Most stories are enough without that new this or better as we open our hearts to what’s been lost or yet to be found.

If you are struggling with feelings of insecurity of any kind, it may be that you are being influenced by a “story” that you developed in childhood.  This story may have been guiding you, sometimes without your awareness, ever since.  We all begin forming ideas about ourselves, others, and the world from an early age based on a combination of factors such as our circumstances, the age that we experienced significant events, and our level of physiological sensitivity.  Random events and devastating experiences then become part of the journey to where you are going, rather than defining you.

What is important is to tell your story.  The good, bad and indifferent.  Sharing makes us human.  It helps us relate ideas to what we’ve experienced.   What we share can be powerful and bring more impact than just simple facts.  When mixed with an element of sarcastic humor, we paint a personal texture with our words.  Find your voice and, with the story that emerges, share your beginning, middle and end. 

The act of giving your story away is often cathartic…and enough!

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post inspired by the word: Enough.

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Disconnected…

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Real connections never die.

They can be ignored, walked away from or buried, never broken.

Despite any distance, when that connection is deeply rooted, it remains, despite presence or circumstance.

What I have learned that, in certain circumstances, my absence from someone’s life has little, or no, effect.

It becomes obvious that my presence has no real meaning.

How can people can exist without true connection?

All that has been said, so much more left unsaid.

And, time keeps passing by, opportunities are swept away in the space between seconds.

The realization becomes evident that any interest is fading.

Contact lessens, with each new day.

Acceptance kicks in.

The connection, once strong, has frayed, or broken.

It was wonderful, while it lasted.

Move on, let it go.

Realize that you cannot hold onto people who are letting you go.

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Write a blog post in exactly 15 lines.

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Behind every image…

Sharing things from the utterly ridiculous (most which are political), to those more insightful, are pretty much the norm on various social media hangouts.

I come bearing guilt for doing all of the above.

Blame it on the pandemic,  on staying at home more in recent weeks than probably ever before in my lifetime.  Trust me on this.  I’ve had ample time to reflect over many years and never, ever, was I a relative home-hostage such as been the case for the past four months.

Well, except for my early days, and years, of life.  I broke free as soon as no one was looking.

The tone of what people share on sites such as Instagram reflect their opinions, a need to vent with some meme, for the most part.  Behind every image is a story which captures shared emotions and connects to others who may be feeling the same way.  Most images imply something or mean something.  Most are ripe to be swiped via a screen shot or a right-click of the mouse.

Guilty, guilty, guilty.  Again.

Hey, I’ve “stolen” some of the best!  You know the ones.  They pop up and you jump to grab them!  After all, the comment is exactly what you were thinking at that moment but, you weren’t clever enough to fabricate your own words and image.

Here are my two, most recent, and I’m behaving nicely here.  No political or other jabs at anyone who really deserves it.  Nothing…inappropriate.  Just a mix of silliness directed at the ongoing Coronavirus debacle and…a memory most can identify with.

And…I commandeered both from Facebook and drove, non-stop, to post on Instagram.

 

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workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s WorkshopShare the most recent image you published on Facebook or Instagram and give us the back story.

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