Stress the Silent Killer

Stress makes mess

A stress twister
STRESSnado

Happy New Year!  I hope everyone had a super spectacular stress free holiday season.

So sorry that I disappeared but it’s been a rather extended round of not quite major and not quite minor flares…hmmm maybe I’ll call it a “round” of flares.

No, I’ve got it! The spinning wheel of stress n’ pain; spin it while you sleep, and wake up in the morning to a stressful, painful SURPRISE.

Not all bad though, was busy with Christmas which I mostly did get to enjoy and I’ve been busy working on a secret project. It’s been fun but the stress has knocked me for a loop (ok so really, it’s been many loops). Hopefully tomorrow the stress ends, and I can start to work on the fun part. I’ll get back to you on that.

Have I told you lately how much I blooming hate the agony that is typing? Anyway, I think maybe I’m whining a wee bit too much. Pretty sure that isn’t what you’re wanting to read 😉 So, enough of that!

Sarcasm not stress
Say no to stress
To sarcasm say yes

I did want to say a little more about stress though. I know you’ve heard this before, but please please please be kind to yourself. STRESS kills. I’ve just watched this silent killer attack two people who are very important to me. It’s dangerous and it destroys lives.

I know, I know…I’m one to talk. Three years (well my entire adult life really) I’ve been trying to learn how to deal with stress, how to let things go and especially how not stress myself out.

I’m not there yet, but I am much better at dealing with stress than I used to be. I will no longer allow anyone to have control of what I am feeling. The power over my emotions, is mine and mine alone.

This was sooooo not my intention, babbling on about stress but well as usual, once I get going you just never know what direction my rambling will take.

Now that life is about to be back on track, pain and all I plan on doing better. My goal is to post more regularly on the facebook page and to have something new on the blog at least once a month.

Ta ta for now and wherever you may be I wish for you to live your life stress free. Hmmm, ok I’ll make that a wee bit more attainable…

I wish for you to live your life almost stress free 😉

Gentle hugs spoonie pals.

Take care, Shelley

Minecraft a Virtual Playground

Playing in Minecraft Digital Dirt

“When I was a kid, I used to spend hours playing in a little dirt patch in our backyard. I’d build cities with roads for my toy cars, rivers for boats, you name it. My kids do the same thing today. They just do it digitally, through Minecraft”. Excerpted from Danny’s Post Minecraft & Learning To Love The Digital Sandbox For Your Kids  

Minecraft PlaygroundMy response..Great way to look at it! My 13 year old is absolutely crazy about Minecraft. I admit that I have had my concerns. Now that I’ve read your post, I’m looking at it from a different perspective. She is creative and determined to succeed with each venture, building or project. She finishes the job, and then sets the bar higher for her next challenge. She has learned to plan ahead and face unforeseen obstacles. I like your “sandbox play” comparison and think that you’re bang on.

Recently the four of us were on a family outing. My husband and I attempting to cajole our two teen daughters into a conversation. One daughter was busy chuckling at something someone (who wasn’t in the car) just said, so we tried the other. The next attempt fell short as the 13 year old popped an earphone out, quite annoyed by the interruption.

I was thinking that teens today build social lives in a virtual world. They’re doing the same as we did, hanging out with a friend or friends. Just not in person. Often I’m cooking supper while talking to three or more kids, only two of which are actually in my kitchen.  Took some getting used to but these days I rarely jump when an invisible kid talks to me from what I thought was an empty room.

This is their life, these are their teens. These will be the stories that start with…”When I was a kid”…

I have decided I want to be a part of this time in their lives. So, I listen and I learn. When she shows me her latest Minecraft creation, I am proud of the effort she put into it. I ask questions, each time learning a little bit more.

When my eldest brings someone “virtually” for supper or to watch a movie I talk to them as if they are in the same room.

I’m ok (as long as they are careful) with them hanging out in a Minecraft or social media digital park just like I did in a grass, sand and dirt park all those years ago.

Take care! Shelley

Thanks for the Support

The Great Big Thanks For Your Support!

I’ll keep it short. Two things…

Thank you all for your support! It means so much to me! LIVING with Fibromyalgia can be quite the ordeal. Visitors to my blog really make a difference.

Just wanted to let you know I’ve added a page that explains a bit about how I make money when someone purchases through one of my FibroFog affiliate links.

Again, thank you! I really appreciate it when you visit retailers and make purchases through my links.

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Frankly My Dear

Frankly, My Dear, I Don’t Give a Damn

Frankly my dear I don't give a damn
Gone with the Wind

Apparently my all time most favorite movie quote “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn” not only made the top 100 list, but is #1. Who knew? When Rhett Butler spoke those heartbreaking words to Scarlett O’Hara back in 1939, they would be eternal and affect people for generations to come.

Two things for as long as I can remember have caused my heart to literally ache. The song “It’s Too Late” as sung by Carole King and Rhett Butler finally giving up on Scarlett after loving her so powerfully for so long.

When I first heard the song, I wasn’t thinking in terms of love or relationships. I was too young. I just remember suddenly realizing (I hadn’t thought about it before) that sometimes it can be too late even if you try really really hard to make it.

Ironically,  I was with my mother and father who ended up divorcing not very long after. I was oblivious. At the time, I was focused on whatever outing was being canceled because we took too long.


Now Rhett giving up on Scarlett, well that scarred me for life. Watching Gone with the Wind for the first time, or for the hundredth time I couldn’t give up all hope. I still haven’t. I think Scarlett O’Hara (me too) clung to the hope that she could somehow win back his heart.

But…

When she asks “Where shall I go? What shall I do?” and he answers “Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.” It never fails to break my heart.

Why am I telling you this? Ummm… I was sad. When I’m sad I think of these two things. I blogged about it just because, I guess.