Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “me.” Find a word that starts with “me” or use the word “me” as the theme of your post. Have fun!
Me.
It’s not selfish to think of myself sometimes.
I mean, I give my all to the world every single day.
As a wife and mother.
As a daughter/daughter-in-law.
As a sister.
As a friend.
As a teacher.
As a manager.
As a colleague.
As a writer.
As a reader.
Some days, when life allows me the luxury, I just forget about everyone and curl up with a good book and a cup of tea.
Self-care at its finest.
Sometimes we have to put ME first, otherwise we won’t have anything left in our reserves to cope with the rest of our responsibilities, and it’s taken me a long time to realise that.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “home.” Use it as a noun, a verb, an adjective, or an adverb. Enjoy!
Home is where the heart is.
That is something I truly believe.
There is not just one place I call home.
Of course, the house we bought last year and live in with our family is our forever home. It is a very special place where we have hopes and dreams of living in for many, many years to come.
But I still consider the house I lived in with my in-laws to be home, too. My pad in the town, so to speak.
Then there are the houses I associate with my direct family abroad. Or there used to be, but the family living there has sold the properties I thought of as home… There were 2 specific places in Kenya where I spent many a week every summer. Pops’s family home, and Mum’s family home.
And I can’t forget our home in Finland where my brother lives! Yes, it would be a squash and a squeeze, but my brother’s house is my home, too.
Sometimes I think wherever I lay my hat is my home since even when we are away, and it’s the end of the day/night, we’ll say, “Shall we go home, now?” meaning the hotel/flat we are staying in.
It’s like wherever I feel comfortable and happy, that is home.
But the one special place that will always be the #1 home for me. My parents’ home. Where I grew up. Where I felt the most amount of love. Where I left, feeling ready to live my own life. Where I go back and feel like I never left. Where my Pops and Mum are.
That is home.
And I hope that our forever home will be the place my own children feel that same pull as they grow older and fly the nest…
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “ring.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Bonus points if you use it as both. Have fun!
"She's not home, yet, I'll give her a ring."
Voicemail left, then I hear a ping
Phone left here on the bedside table
And then I spy the glint of a ring
My heart contracts, I feel the sting
Head spinning, I sit, unstable
Under the ring a crumpled note
'Dear John,' her unsteady hand wrote
'I'm sorry it had to come to this
By now, I realise you'll know
And so I think it's time to go
without that fabled one last kiss
She told me in my dreams last night
She'd take me before last light
I couldn't let you see
My body's broken, my mind a mess
Yet you never loved me less
I hope you forgive me
Goodbye my love, know I'm at peace
No more pain, no more meds increase
This thing, it has not won
Instead, it's me, gone at my will
Even though my eyes, they fill
Tears, I choose to shun
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