When people don’t make sense, maybe it’s time to listen

I had the chance today of speaking with someone doing just that.  Describing something that normally they’d know couldn’t be taken at word.

It’s about perception.  Sometimes people perceive things in a way one day and the next in another that expression of it to them contradicts prior comments or statements they’ve been known to ‘know’.

It’s not about logic.  It’s about belief systems. 

Belief systems can’t be changed that others hold.  Only through education, experience, and life do people’s belief systems change.

While rhetorically we can enunciate that as our own system, doing it is another, believing and living it inside is another.

Change can be scary.  It can be crippling.  It can be something to fear rather than clearly identifying the thing feared the most.

This afternoon I planned for each of my kids to create one dish.  Dinner was still served with all the dishes, the majority made by me while the children entertained themselves both individually and together.

Gotta ask, do you find spa filters erotic? Just askin’…

It made me recall the number of people I’ve known as single parents in my lifetime.  Of what they’ve done regarding the holidays.

I realized I had prepared a complete seven course dinner, each dish I’d never made in the manner I had.  I’d been asked prior by a friend of the family, but declined wanting my family to celebrate in their own way.

Since I was 7, I have never resided in one place for as long as I have in my apartment we currently live in.  Varied moves for different reasons, but all ones where proactive choose or planning had been made by my mother in my youth and later by myself in adulthood.

Three years ago when our family was offered the chance of this apartment through a non-profit agency’s program, I made the choice proactively to break that cycle…one I’d been experiencing in this city since before my son was born.

My home is mine.  Whether it be one with walls and a door, or a small room with a curtain my children share with me, it will be one that hope, safety, kindness, respect, and honor are within it’s frame.  It took me four decades of growing up to learn that enough to want it no matter what the cost, the cost more higher if the matter not grown.

Each of us has the ability to account.  Once the lightbulb turns on, that’s only half the battle.

The rest is keeping it from going out.

…Life Onwards…and Happy Holidays to you and yours.