Prompt

Sparkling or Still…

Daily Prompt: “Sparkling or Still.”

What’s your idea of a perfect day off: one during which you can quietly relax, doing nothing, or one with one fun activity lined up after the other? Tell us how you’d spend your time.

The prefect day doesn’t exist!

Pessimistic… I’m not. Realistic… Perhaps!

I recently received a comment on one of my blog post’s stating that “Expectations will only let you down when they are not met. Let the only person who can ever let you down be yourself.” (http://onlygillumkids.wordpress.com) & I must admit I agree! While someday’s we try our hardest to create/plan the most amazing day and others they just happen why set yourself up for potential failure… Of course the effort pans out in the long run however the disappointment we encounter when things don’t go our way…stings even more than anything I have ever failed at. Disappointment is terrifying! Especially if it involves people you love so dearly.

Tyler has worked so hard lately in attempt to earn money for pilot school. He took on Saturday shifts and leaves himself one day to cook, clean and prepare for the next week! I am so very proud of him as I know the struggle he is facing. Constantly being told you can’t do something while trying your absolute best can tear someone apart! With that being said the perfect day for Tyler would be running into the right financial support regardless of any other misfortune that may have occurred that day! After a long days work however… Sleeping in an a Saturday sounds pretty appealing!

Myself on the other hand, I would love to spend a quality time day with all my loved ones! I’d love to just cuddle, watch ROMANTIC movies… ( I capitalize that because Tyler only likes watching comedies while with me) and perhaps have a spa day. When I consider my long term goals I wish I could just fast forward!

What’s your take on this question?

Failure.

The Spice of Success

Daily Prompt: If “failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor” (Truman Capote), how spicy do you like your success stories?

Hmmm. Failure. The question is not how spicy you like it but what exactly makes it spicy in the first place. I juggled this prompt all day to tell you the truth. I love the quote because it’s something I believe everyone can relate to however I question how much we’d relate to one another if we evaluated what it actually meant to us.

Success is measured in so many ways. Some are strange and well others are just plain out of the norm. Norm being another debatable topic of course. This quote takes me back to my sociology days. I once had a professor ask our class what success meant to us. As I’m sure you predicted…a heated debate began very quickly. People’s religion was brought into discussion, ethnicity and even gender. Just as it was very difficult to measure success we concluded that failure was just as difficult. Now, In my opinion for one to truly understand someone’s supposed failure you’d have to share certain beliefs, up bringing and of course morals.

In my house hold education was very important but definitely not an obligation. I chose to go to college and study the program I wanted. When my life path changed my loved loved ones  were more than willing to support my new aspirations. Some people I’ve run into look surprised and disappointed that I’m not pursuing my education immediately and that’s what brings me to my next point.

Growing up we have so much pressure on us to make the right decision because in theory it will change our life. “What do you want to do next year? What school do you want to attend? Get the grades so you can be accepted to a better school! We will pay don’t worry, just stay in school” I have heard it all and experienced every single one of those comments and let me tell you. Sure, I could study archeology for 4 years but will I have a job when I done. Absolutely not. There is simply no demand. Sure, I’ll stay in school since your paying but guess what I just realized I hate this program and I would kill myself before taking on a related job. Sure, I’ll pick a program since the deadline is March 1st… I’ve got so much time to change my mind. NOT. Sure, I’ll get the grades but I wouldn’t bet on me if it came down to getting on that dean’s list because let’s face it. Every other kid who just earned the prerequisite grades will be just as eager and competitive come this time next year.

So many things unfortunately are based on what people consider norms & for that… I blame society. Why? For being so damn hard on us. For making innocent, kind, loving people feel useless. For making someone just as capable as another but only rewarding/recognizing one of those people. For making people fight, lie and kill to prove there respect or dedication. I wish that people could see failure as a learning experience and value the positive it brings in life.It may not seem all great at first but while juggling this prompt today I concluded there was nothing major in my life I’d consider to have failed at. Each and every single thing that devastated me at the time is no longer in the same spectrum. I have learned from it, encountered similar situations and grown exponentially with every issue I over came. I hope that one day I could help someone realize that failure is just a word. I also hope that the next time I feel like giving up I remember this prompt and I am guided in the right direction.

My mom used to tell me to tell the mean kids at school that “Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me”. I believe everyone should live by that. Be yourself, follow your heart and what ever you do just keep on smiling.

-Jasmine

Dark Night, Fridge & Tears

Trio No. 3

Prompt: Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must mention a dark night, your fridge, and tears (of joy or sadness; your call). Feel free to switch one ingredient if you have to (or revisit one from previous trio prompts).

New York was in a state of emergency, the winds reached 120 MPH. The flooding had wiped out all electricity. The major roads leaving town were backed up with nothing but cars stuffed with memories. It was barely 6 PM but I could tell it would be a dark night. The clouds rolled in and over my little home in what seemed like a second. The moon was nowhere to be seen.

Countless hours passed. The sun would be rising shortly. I was anxious to warm  feet! My attic was as cold and moist as a fridge. I had enough canned goods to last me a few weeks but at the rate of the flood I wouldn’t need food for much longer. I  could see my house slowly tearing to pieces. It was a matter of time before I floated away with my neighbours.

My mission was to be reunited with my children. Amy was 6 years old and captain of the girls basket ball team. My husband and my eldest Jenny where on route to pick her up when my T.V started acting up. The channels flipped back and forth each declaring that hurricane Joe was minutes away. I called my husband confused as to whether I should say good-bye to my family or set a plan of action. No forecast could predict this wild beast. We had been expecting no more than 5 cm of rain.

How ?  was the perpetual question.

My husband told me to stay in the attic & he’d keep our girls safe. The last I heard they were on  the school roof. By now the water has probably exceed that level. I could only hope and pray some one would come for their rescue.

I held on tight as the winds ripped apart the ceiling above me. I could feel my heart racing and the blood rushing to my head. The cans flew out one by one then the floor beneath me just gave out. Gone like the wind. I was miles from home, shivering and thinking about how brutal this was for my babies! My fingers clenched to a random piece of my house kept me a float. Every inch of my body ached as debris flowed beneath my feet. I felt like I had survived Titanic on my little island. One thing was missing. My husband.

Titanic was our favourite movie. We cried together every time.

Where are you now, where are my children?!

Tears rolled down my face for the very first time since hurricane Joe hit our home.

Was I ever going to hold them close again? Would I ever be able to appreciate my eldest daughter dirty looks? Please! Let me say goodbye properly! 

The end!

Giving up… Not so easy!

Prompt:Today is a free writing day. Write at least four-hundred words, and once you start typing, don’t stop. No self-editing, no trash-talking, and no second guessing: just go. Bonus points if you tackle an idea you’ve been playing with but think is too silly to post about.

Free writing day… What does that actually mean? Regardless of the prompt I still feel judged and observed every time I consider posting a blog. It’s a little overwhelming given that every single person is entitled to reading it and leaving behind all sorts of comments… Wasn’t the objective of todays prompt free writing.

I must say however, I like the whole concept. I woke up this morning with a sweet craving to open my computer and just type! One issue, I had absolutely no clue what to talk about. Let’s face it, we all just want to keep people interested. We don’t want to be boring and for the most part we don’t want to be criticized. That’s what makes it so simple to push your blog post till tomorrow and next week. Eventually becomes never which I can completely attest to.

Today I wanted to talk about so many things, one of which was how I became a flight attendant! Yes, Im a flight attendant.

I was in college working at a reception hall doing great all across the board. Sure things could have been a little more simple but life runs you into many obstacles. For years I’d dedicated week days to school, weekends to work and every other minute to Tyler. I was so comfortable in my shoes change scared the crap out of me. After a really long boring lecture and countless hours of research my brain couldn’t take one more google search. I dragged my mouse to the top left “X” on my google tab and that was that. I was calling it a night. Procrastinating was my forte, (still is actually) Facebook was calling my name for a little down time!

Now, I can be really cheesy and say “That’s when everything changed…”  or “I wouldn’t see my old life again” but lets just stick to “I had no clue what to expect”. I saw an add on the right side of the page, clicked it, sent in my resume UNEDITED and moved on with my daily rituals.

WOW. Three Hundred and ninety five words! Well, here’s the buzz kill.

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-J