(Pictured on author’s 72nd birthday; Joyce, Trula DeeAnn, Husband and Family Patriarch Herman Lee Grubbs, “Baby girl” Shannon Rae, and son Steven Eric.
I CHOOSE Today this will be the liberating time that I get some things off my chest. I take myself to a”calm and serene boat, afloat in the sea, in view of the full moon.” I contemplate what would be constructive in my life today.
I CHOOSE to acknowledge that when I choose forgiveness and go to unlock the door where I harbored the fugitive of my elusive anger and pain, I come to full knowledge that “I was the prisoner“.
I CHOOSE to acknowledge that in my “maturity” I am still prone to “hissy fits” to express my outrage and disgust at the lack of humanity I see daily on television and encounter in life. I choose not to even consider quitting the practice: however I am open to the concept of posting a warning.
I CHOOSE to torment my daughters who are showing signs of “Coddling Syndrome” which is the practice of beginning to interact with me in a way that suggests I need to be “coddled” as I’m showing the signs of “old timers disease”.
I CHOOSE to send my children, daughters and son, mixed messages when I post things like this: BORROWED BECAUSE I COULD NOT SAY THIS BETTER: ORIGINAL AUTHOR UNKNOWN TO ME BUT APPRECIATED MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY. (Slightly modified so I can include my son.)