- Momming is hard work, even after my kids are all grown (maybe especially then)
- Momming is still the most gratifying thing I’ve ever done (whether they believe it or not)
- I’ve done a lot of stuff (like written a few novels – one published)
- I’m old (better than the alternative)
- Grandma Moses didn’t start painting until she was 70 (because her eyesight was too far gone to continue the needlework she’d always done)
- She began with assorted leftover house paint on barn boards (work with what you have)
- Now I know what to do with all that leftover paint taking up too much space in my very tiny utility room (there’s always a workable solution)
- It looks like I’ll never be famous (not sure I ever wanted to be)
- It also looks like I’ll never be rich (most days I don’t care, some days I think it would solve all my problems, other days I tell myself it would only cause more problems)
- I am grateful for all I have (I could live with a lot less)
- I could live alone (so easily done)
- I would like to travel more (not so easily done)
- I have never lived where I’ve wanted, in the kind of house I would like (a sad fact)
- Life goes on . . .
I am of the nature to grow old.
There is no way to escape growing old.
I am of the nature to have ill-health.
There is no way to escape having ill-health.
I am of the nature to die.
There is no way to escape death.
All that is dear to me and everyone I love
are of the nature to change.
There is no way to escape being separated from them.
My actions are my only true belongings.
I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.
My actions are the ground on which I stand.
—the five remembrances – buddha
Sometimes I write about these things.
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I am participating in a blog post a day challenge with the awesome Effy Wild and her tribe. This is an example of a “purse dump” post, emptying your mental and emotional “purse” all over the table. I just did this with my real purse (autumn, change of season and colors) two days ago. It’s a good thing with purses and a good thing with thoughts. I always end up throwing a few useless things out, either way.
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Oh my can I so relate to your post…and that momming thing, especially of grown children. Girl I thought when they turned 18 I was for the most part “done”. Ha – God’s cruel joke. It’s way harder! I’m participating in Effy’s blog along too. Look forward to more of your posts!
Oh my, I just loved this. It was like you were speaking my thoughts although more eloquently. Unless you are aging yourself, you just don’t get it, and it’s impossible to explain (or maybe just not worth the effort). Thanks.