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- hello Lori Quiller
- Username: thewritergal
- In response to: "Who are you?" I am someone who loves reading, writing, photography, my dog Mazie, relaxing with my friends and family, but I would love to be a published author outside of work.
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thewritergal's latest answers
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- Yoga Gal
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The Writer Gal is also a Yoga Gal.
About a year and a half ago, not only was I in an extremely stressful job, but my grandfather passed away. It was too much to bear. My father moved in with him to watch over and take care of him, and I would drive down on Friday evenings after work to spend the weekends with them.
Spending those weekends with the two most important men in my life during the summer and early fall was not only a blessing, but also a curse. I watched as my grandfather grew weaker from the effects of congestive heart failure and my father grew more and more exhausted.
I did as much as I could to help out around the house by cooking and cleaning, anything to spend as much time with them as I could before heading home on Sunday and work on Monday. My boss knew the situation with my family. If he cared, he never showed it.
After my grandfather passed away, the stress of work weighed on me even more. I was told that I wasn't carrying my weight and I needed to do more, so I began my workday at 6 a.m., worked through lunch and left at 5 p.m. Most nights I brought work home and fell asleep sprawled out on papers.
During a routine appointment with my neurologist, he told me that if I didn't do something about the stress in my life he would see me sooner than the scheduled six months, and it wouldn't be in his office. He suggested that I look into the pilates and yoga program at the downtown YMCA.
I had to laugh! I told him that I wasn't Gumby! I left those days behind when I was a majorette in high school. But, he swore that if I tried it, I would be very surprised by the benefits.
He was right. Since then I've been in a very bad car accident...rear ended by two SUVs while I was stopped at a red light. I was diagnosed with severe whiplash. Physical therapy three days a week and the two days at the Y made for very long days, for sure, but after a couple of months, I stopped PT and relied solely on yoga.
I'm not into "new age" fixes for ailments, but I am a believer in staying fit with a plan that you enjoy. This one challenges me every day.
My dog even does yoga! I can sit in the floor and do a simple pose or two, mostly Upward-Facing Dog, Downward-Facing Dog and Child's Pose, and my pup will be stretching out beside me doing her version.
But, the day she does "Tree" will be the day I buy her a mat!
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- Crack the Spine and Turn the Page...
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Never. When it comes to books, I'm a purist.
Nothing compares to the crack of the spine when you open a new book. Each crisp new page has it's own heady, woodsy scent that fills the space around you when you turn the page.
There's nothing better than ending a hectic, insane day than curling up with a great book, snuggling into bed, allowing your mind to relax, and get lost in a story woven by an amazing author.
How can an electronic book reader give someone so much comfort and joy?
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- Are You Sure About That?
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Some would say it's like tearing off a bandage -- it will hurt for a moment, but you'll be better for it in the long run.
Are you sure about that?
Is knowing the truth a good thing every time, or is it just a vehicle to make the person telling it feel better? Knowledge is power, and those who have it have a tendency to want to flaunt it at every possible turn.
So, here's another question: Does knowing the truth benefit the object of the tale, or the teller of the story?
If knowing the truth benefits the greater good, then I would say absolutely. But, if knowing the truth only benefits the person telling it, then no. I'd rather live in my protected little world.
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- Broken Hearted and Love Sick
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The person who first said, "'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved before,'" obviously never knew heartbreak over love.
There's not much worse in this life than to pour one's heart out to the person you are expecting to spend your life with...to have that person lukewarmly return your affection for the better part of a year...and then disappear like a cool whisper.
My love and I had been friends for many years, and I watched as he married another and then divorced her. I was truly cautious when we began seeing each other for fear of being "the rebound girl," but the thought of that actually being the case never really crossed my mind.
It should have.
Nine months into our relationship, everything stopped. The relationship, for him, slammed on brakes, and he disappeared for a week. No calls, no messages...nothing.
When he finally came back into my life about a week later, the only explanation I got was that I wasn't good enough for him. That's all, not that I'm bossy, temperamental, moody, or anything that one would expect to be shouted, yelled, screamed or at the very least e-mailed to end a relationship. I just wasn't good enough for him.
Since he left, I've not had a decent relationship since. Every guy that I want to get to know better doesn't stick around very long, and I find myself asking myself the question, "Am I good enough for him?"
So, no, remarkably, I don't regret ever having told my sweetie that I loved him. I regret allowing him to treat me like I didn't matter.
Everyone matters, and life is short. The least we can do is tell the people in our lives what they mean to us, even if our gestures and words bring us pain in the end. Everyone matters.
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- Choconilla!
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Warm Chocolate Lava with Vanilla Ice-cream
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Very few things in this life are black and white.
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