A Perspective on Life

I have come to realize that every person, every being on this earth has a unique perspective. Everyone’s view point will never perfectly match another’s. Looking in the world of politics this is very evident. We see huge clashes of personalities and perspectives that make it all appear that we are all so different. We see each other with rose coloured glasses, each with a special prescription all our own.

We can see the cashier at the grocery store. This lazy bum who looks like they are just here until they get off. They have such an attitude and just seem to want to go home. They hate being here and never want to help me. I pulled out a coupon and I think they rolled their eyes at me. They are probably just waiting to get off to go smoke drugs. Better double check and make sure they didn’t steal my money.

Or.

They seem to be working the steady hours dealing horrid people and still manage to find a smile. I say “Thank You” and I see their faces light up at someone looking at them like they are human and not a robot. I see a mom of 2 working this and 2 other jobs to make ends meet. I see the college student who is just trying to pass finals. I see the older lady trying to supplement retirement.

Perspective.

We have the gas station attendee who smells weird. He gives me a creepy vibe every time he looks at me. God, why can’t he just learn English like the rest of us? I bet he is here illegally. Why is he here? I just want to fill my car up in peace.

Or.

He gives me a smile every time I walk in the door. He works hard, all year round, even on holidays when everyone else is closed and I forgot I needed milk. He calls me by my first name which he has remembered since the first time I met him. He got here by chance and is making the most of the American dream.

Perspective.

You hear the screams of why you am not making America great again. Still others block because we don’t agree. How can you not vote for or against people? How dare you not vote because you don’t agree with either side!  How can you not see the breaking of tradition? Why are you mad at this group and not mine? Have you not seen what the other side is doing? How dare you have an opinion that differs from mine? You must be a fascist. You must be a Republican. You must be a Democrat. What, you are neither? Then you not agreeing lost us this vote.

Or.

You see the over politicized. You see the people who are making money making rules for other people to follow. You see the grandstanding for the image. You see people who differ from your own views and want to know why. Not to change their mind, but to open yours. You stop looking at the labels and start looking at the people. You see real people with real opinions about real lives. Everyone has a viewpoint and voice, regardless of background. You see people agreeing to disagree and still able to hug each other afterward. You see compromise.

Perspective.

I feel that if we could start viewing the world through each other’s eyes it would change a few opinions. Elders remembering what it was like to be young and stupid. Teens remembering that the elders were teens once also. People standing in each other’s shoes just for a minute and seeing what life is like through my rose coloured glasses, knowing they would never fully understand but at least trying. Would we see  a difference?

Would you try?

Perspective. It’s the damnedest thing.

#hugapony my friends

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Patreon 2.0

I am currently looking into Patreon for the blog. I have tried it in the past and it didn’t work out. I had scraped the project but never deleted it. Patreon has done a few updates for writers and I have once again opened up my page. Here is a sneak preview for you special viewers.

Stuffed Therapy Patreon.

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Digital Frontiers.

It is an exciting day for me. I wanted to share two important pieces of news.

First, I have been published again on The Mighty.com. I have continued to try and be a voice for the community. It has been posted for only a day now and I already love the  response that is coming out. I have had someone ask to be kept posted on finding a new doctor. I have been humbled by how much other people care. I would love to share this blog and my writing to the world. Here is a link to the article.

When You Have to Fight to Get Your Pain Medication

Second, I have renewed my domain name for the blog. Anniversaries are important. These milestones are road-markers and reminders for us about how far we have made it. It is these points that show us that we made it another pass around the sun. May it be for better or worse, we have survived and in doing so we have shown the world that, while we may go through such hardships in life, we are still going, no matter what tries to hold us down. I love and thank you all for the wonderful support you have shown me this past year and before. I can never thank you enough. I will try and be a voice in the dark, help for the helpless, and your continued advocate and supporter of you as a person.

From the bottom of my heart, thank you.

Here is to next year.

#hugapony my friends

That Next Big Thing.

I am going to take a moment and something amazing. My article has struck a chord and resonated with many people. It has now been published at TheMighty.com, three of their Facebook pages, 3 (!) more news pages, and has been put on twitter with a large Spoonie group. I have to share the links cause it is so amazing.
 
 
The word is spreading. It is incredibly humbling to share with so many amazing people. I am honored to be one to speak out. Let us keep the momentum going.
 
I love you all.
 
#hugapony.

Midweek quickie

I had a interesting weekend with a small social experiment. My sister posted the following picture and had some fun writing. I joined as well and post this picture.

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I soon sat down to enjoy having a bit of fun and work on my creative writing skills. I realized my mistake after 30 min.

Everyone was posting on it.

10, 15, 20, 25. They came in twos and threes. Everyone enjoying the short blurbs about themselves. I felt my phone going off every 10 min with another one. I cursed my sister (who promptly reminded me that I shared the picture voluntarily). I couldn’t sleep as I had more stories to write…..

In all honesty, it was a wonderful time and a big stretch of my writing and creative muscles. Thank you all who posted.

Just a reminder that this Saturday, Oct 28 @ 12pm, I will be have the My Stuffed Little Therapy panel at Nightmare Nights in Addison, Tx. I would love to see each and every one of you there.

Have a wonderful week everyone!

#hugapony my friends.

Finding time.

Time is a thief. It steals away the good moments, the ones we want to last forever, away from us in the blink of an eye. It then injects itself in those embarrassing moments, making them stretch for an eternity. Time is a trickster. It makes games out of our lives.

I am not a fan of time.

We use phrases like “Stealing a moment”, “Finding some time” or my favorite “My time is too valuable.” Time is a commodity. It is something people seek out. It can be traded, borrowed, sold, and spent. It is one of our primary resources as human beings.

Our time on earth is limited. We do not know the limits, the start and stopping points of our lives. We carry on each day with this precious resource called time. We sell our time for money with jobs. We spend a third of our lives using it to sleep and recharge our batteries at night time. So much of our time goes into everything.

Except, I believe, ourselves.

I have heard many say they need some time to themselves, but how many of us actually do that? How many of us have actually looked in the mirror and thought about yourself and your own existence? How many of us spend time in our own brains? What kind a person is behind our eyes?

Do you like that person?

Do you even know that person?

Have you even thought about your own thoughts?

Take a moment and spend some time to meet the most important person in the world.

You.

Have you spent time thinking about you? No, not the person you think you are to others. Not the person influenced by those around you. Not the person from work that everyone loves/hates.

Have you ever thought about you, and how you think?

Have you taken the time to get to know you?

I hope you like that person. Its the only one you get.

#hugapony my friends

Back in the Saddle again.

I have taken today by the horns and started writing. Again. I have taken a sabbatical from it to refresh my mind and handle life events. I return today feeling ready to start again.

Writing has a way of clearing my mind and making a way for new thoughts and ideas. I have mulled over a paper/book thing for a while now and I have hopes of continuing on in this pursuit.

Scared? You bet I am.

It is always hard to put yourself out there in front of people and share what you think. In today’s society, this is more true than ever. The current political and social environment make it quite difficult to express an idea or view.

This makes me quite sad.

How many writers, painters, and scientists are being squashed beneath the overbearing weight of the public eye? How many of these are being judged in the open court of public opinion?

Sharing yourself is a scary business.

I will continue on in this endeavor. I will try and share my ideas and thoughts to the world, God willing.

I hope you will join me.

#hugapony My friends.

Self care day 28:Self care Wrap-up

Its has been 27 days of self care tips. 10,000 words written to help those in need. I think my hand is starting to cramp with all of the typing I have been doing. I kept my promise and posted every single day in the month of February. I was so worried I would miss a day and it kept me up nights writing late into the mornings sometimes but I made it!

I am going to list all the post here, in case you missed any or want to share all of them with friends who may need them. I do thank you all for joining me on this incredible journey this month. I hoped I help someone out there. I will also be adding a tab on the main page for easy access.

Please feel free to comment, like, subscribe if you found this helpful. If you would like, I do take donations on the link on the side with Paypal (or bellow for you mobile readers).

Thank you all.

#hugapony my friends!

Self care Day 1: Valet parking

Self care day 2: Candy day

Self care day 3: Self mail

Self care day 4: Finding your towel

Self care day 5:Cookie monster

Self care day 6:Picnic Baskets

Self care day 7:Netflix and you

Self care day 8: Blackout

Self care day 9:Writing people

Self care day 10:Sharing Happiness

Self care day 11:Appetizing Friends

Self care day 12:Flower power

Self care day 13:Nothing

Self care day 14:Crown Jewels

Self care day 15:Something New

Self care day 16:Peace of body

Self care day 17:Pillow talk

Self care day 18:Loving yourself

Self care day 19:Sweeter things

Self care day 20:Cleansing

Self care day 21:Bedhead

Self care day 22:Celebrity status

Self care day 23:Bubble bath

Self care day 24:Culture

Self care day 25:Zoology

Self care day 26:Treat your body

Self care day 27:Inner Plushie

Self care day 18:Loving yourself

I wrote a blog earlier this month on writing letters to people you love. Sending letters out to your friends and family, possibly even getting one back. I left out a very important person in the list of people to write.

You.

I have been personally fascinated at seeing people change over the years. People watching is a favorite past time of my family. We used to go to a place called Downtown Disney in Orlando, FL and sit at one of the outdoor restaurants and just watch people. Seeing tourists, locals, adults, children, all walking around, living life. Sometimes we would seeing the same person twice and notice a change. We would make up stories of what happened.

I never thought about myself changing all that much or my story.

I stumbled on an old journal I wrote in many years ago (almost 20 now) in this most recent move. I came across an entry that made me stop and think. It was to my future self, asking how I was doing, did I have any advice from the future (INVEST IN A COMPANY CALLED GOOGLE OR YAHOO!!), and if I had accomplished any goals that I had. It was a humbling and brutally honest experience. It made me think more on the day to day activities I do and how much I should appreciate what I have.

I challenge you to write to yourself. No, it does not have to be 20 years from now but how about 6 months. A year. Write a letter. Talk about yourself. No one knows you better than you. Open it in a year. Its still near Valentine’s day, write a love letter to yourself. Talk about how awesome something in your life is doing. Say something you love. Will it still be there in a year? Have you accomplished your goals?

Have you taken care of yourself?

#hugapony my friends.

It is always a pleasure bring you more day to day posts. I will continue to do so until the end of February. Please make sure to comment, share and follow along as I share some simple things to better your life!

Self care day 10:Sharing Happiness

Once again, thank you for joining me on the grand undertaking. There is going to be a lot of work for me and  I hope to be able to keep up. Please make sure to comment, share and follow along as I share some simple things to better your life!

I have worked retail for many years along with many other jobs. Retail has taken the most toll on my brain and body. I remember most of my horrible customers that came in and screamed at me and cursed me out. It took all my energy to get up in the morning to go in to work to deal with lots of horrid people. I try my hardest to forget them.

I do remember, the good ones.

I had a mom and daughter come in to my store every 2 weeks on payday. They would walk around and talk to me. I would ask about their day and life. The daughter would always ask to give me a hug. They were genuine nice people.

I remember the regulars who would come in and see me busy and they would go straighten up the walls or grab some trash on the floor.

I remember the military vets and how I would give them free stuff for their service and how they called me brother.

I also remember the time when I first started as a manager.

I was 2 weeks in being in a new town, new district, new store. I was struggling to make friends with my peers and most of my staff were angry that I had gotten the position. I had 5+ years of paperwork to sort through, a back room that looked like a tornado tore through it, and I had almost no support.

I this opening one morning to my disaster and my first customer walked in holding a box. It was a mom who had called the night before and I had set aside an item for her. I greeted her and grabbed her stuff and proceed to ring her out. She paid and handed me the box when I handed her her bagged goods.

I was confused.

I told her it was my job to hand her stuff and we both laughed. She told me in the box was a few donuts, a breakfast taco, and an orange juice. She wanted to thank me for helping her and she wanted to welcome me to the community.

It blew me away.

A simple kindness. It is all it takes sometime. To make someone else feel better.

To change a day and sometimes a life.

Helping others can help you as well.

#hugapony my friends