Life Resume

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by Marilyn M. Lee

When I was 19 years old, I decided that I wanted to be that girl that when she dies, people would say at the funeral, “All this before she was 25!” and “All that before she was 30!” I never had any desire to travel. I never had any desire to do crazy things like sky diving or bungee jumping. Yet this one tiny goal I made demanded cool accomplishments, bragging rights if you will. This goal begged for a stellar life resume.

Never heard of a life resume before? Let me explain. A life resume is a list of all the things you have done in your life that you can present to Peter at those Pearly Gates and prove that you lived a pretty fantastic hundred years on earth. Hmmm…ok. Maybe not so much. In short, it is a list, physical or not, of the things you have accomplished in your life. It may be privately stored in a journal somewhere, or publicly announced over every social media outlet you can join. But everyone has one. Exciting or not, it’s there

Everyone’s life resume will be different. One thing you must remember when reviewing your life resume as you rock away slowly on your porch at year 80, never compare your resume to someone else’s. Never regret your resume. My goals are not yours. My bucket list items are completely opposite than yours. I was talking to someone the other day who wanted to visit all of the baseball parks in the U.S. before they passed on. Me? Not the hugest baseball fan, but I fully respect that goal. My bucket list included bungee jumping, which was checked off last year. While to me this is super exciting, suicidal would be another’s choice words for this activity.

So what do you want your life resume to read? No one will be interviewing you for a position in heaven based on your resume, but you most definitely have every right to brag about the things you’ve done with this life. At the end of your 101 years, will it read Mother of 5, Grandmother of 27? World’s best skydiver? World Traveler? Caretaker for the most needy of souls? What is life without goals, without a bucket list with check marks dotting the pages? We are only on this beautiful, majestic mound of dirt called Earth for a short of time. Don’t you want to make it awesome?

Sometimes, I get greedy. I wish for my life resume to be different and miles long. I see others with their lands and gold and travels under their belt, and I hungrily make a mental note of 50 more things I NEED to do to make my resume better. This is not realistic. Sometimes, I think that what others have that I lack, are examples of my failure. Then I step back and realize that, so far, my life resume is pretty good, definitely something to be proud of. I am now a year away from my first age goal, and I think I have done a pretty good job. I have many more things I need to achieve, many more goals I want to set, and miles to go before I am the world’s most exciting person. But, for now, my life resume is pretty decent. Is yours? If it makes you smile, then you can count that resume as award winning. Here’s to many more years on your life resume. When you die, have a life resume others can pull out and see just how amazing you were.

3 Words

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by Marilyn M. Lee

Please don’t say it

I can tell you want to

But I’m begging you not to

You’re not going to be happy with my response

Which is running

“I’m just not looking for anything serious” will be what I lie to you

Lie to myself

The odds are not good

10 times proposals have been whispered

Come and gone

Never followed with an “I do”

 

Please don’t say it

It’s an expected month recovery

At least

On my end

I get attached, so you won’t be the only one hurting

But don’t worry

The next one you meet will be the one

There will be tuxes, and dresses, and music

I’ll be a memory

But you’ll still hang in my heart, while I fly from yours

 

Please don’t let him say it, I plead to Above

Please don’t make me do this again,

Say these words

They are the same words every time

Cause honesty scares me

It hurts, I’ll pray

Every time

I’m losing strength

Every time

Gaining fear

Gaining doubt in myself and my decisions

Get me through this

Give me hope

Give me strength

 

So please don’t say it

Maybe you won’t be sad,

But you’ll regret it

And I’ll be struggling

Love and lost is not always better

Sometimes it’s better to never have

 

 

Please let me say it.

Next time, please let me agree

© 2014 ck’s days

 

To a Very Special Mom

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by Marilyn D. Lee

Ever since D and I have been married,

in my heart a message for you I’ve carried.

Now that Mother’s Day is coming around

I’ve decided it’s time to put some of it down.

I haven’t known you for very long as time goes,

but you are a good mother as everyone and Heaven knows.

How do I know these things are true?

Three wonderful children were guided by you.

D is the one that I’m thinking about –

he is the greatest man without a doubt.

You’ve taught him very well the things he should do.

As a husband and a father he is the very best.

His love, kindness and manliness have stood the test.

All these qualities and many others that he has

are all because of you, a very special lass.

I have always told him he is a very gentle man.

That’s because his mother is a very gentle woman.

At this time I’d like to say something long overdue

for raising such a special son I say thank you.

written for Mother’s Day 1973

© 2014 ck’s days

 

A Timeless Writers Heart

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by Suzy Hazelwood

 

The cover of a book

can display more fiction

than the words on the actual page

And beginnings

and endings

can beg the reader to buy

But the books

that I never fall out of love with

their covers often bland

are to be found

or acquired

by chance of being there

just a lucky day

 

My mind quivers

with eager anticipation

at what my eyes will see

between the musty ancient pages

as my fingers stroke the aged and tatty skin

of a book from long ago

 

Authors I’ve not heard of

but were men of great fame

in their literary day

Publications

declared to be written ‘By A Lady’

a nameless novelist

a woman

quietly competing

in a man’s world of books

All their words folded into paper

a hundred years or more

the print

waiting

to be read

or spoken

just one more time

 

And now I

this woman of ebook future

and computer literate age

will absorb

the declaration

the knowledge

and the beauty

of a timeless writers heart

 

 

http://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2012/11/14/a-timeless-writers-heart/

Impossible to Say Goodbye

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by SuzyWordmuser

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Coldness has become my friend

The dark of night wraps around

Joy has gone astray

Uncertain feelings hold me down

A life has been lost

But a life shall be gained

When a new day arrives

You will be here again

When all unfolds

Confusion cleared – and I can see

I will not stand alone

You will live inside of me

You are a breeze upon my face

Invisible to my eye

Forever you will always remain

Impossible – to say goodbye

Written after the death of my mother.  Even when someone has gone, and essence still remains.  Everything they were and all they did for you will still be alive.

 http://wordmusing.wordpress.com/2012/11/08/impossible-to-say-goodbye-2/

Mom- I Understand Now

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By Nancy Lee

Math has never been my forte.  All through my early years of school, I would get as far as reading the problem, then my mind would just shut down.  My mom loved math and she loved to learn. There would be many late nights where she was determined to figure out how to solve a complicated problem.  The next day, she would try to show me how she came up with the answer.  I  would try to understand, but I just had the attitude math is dumb.  My pessimistic attitude, led me and my mom to frustration and lots of unpleasant disagreement.  So unpleasant that I wish I could just turn back time now that I finally understand what she was trying to show me.    After I received my Associates, I didn’t have the desire to go back to school.  My plan was to try to avoid math as best as I could for the rest of my life. Of course, this was a hard plan to follow and the Lord had other plans for me.  I was to become a teacher.  I am back in school, I have six months left, and there are several tests and math classes that are required for my major.   Last year, I had an experience that changed my negative attitude towards math.  I needed to take two major math tests.    I remember specifically, that after a long night of studying, I went and took one of the tests and failed.  After I threw my books on the ground and was feeling defeated, a thought came almost instantly to me.  Do you want to just know this just to get by with a good grade? Or do you want to learn it well enough so you can apply it in your life and help your students?  My attitude towards math has been different since then. I not only looked at the problems I had wrong I understood why they were wrong.  I went a couple of days later to take it again.  I got an A missing only one problem.   Math can still be frustrating and overwhelming at times because it is very fast pace. But I go back to the day where the thought, do you want to learn it well enough so you can apply it in your life and help your students always comes back to me.  I have no doubt that my mom is helping me through this.   It isn’t about the grade you get, it is about how hard you work and how you can learn from your mistakes.  It is about how I can help my students learn from their mistakes.  I think of what Thomas Edison said and it helps me persevere. One of his many famous quotes that I like is, “I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work.”  My new goal is to become an effective teacher. I now know that I can’t become one, if I don’t experience failure and frustration myself.  I want to implement perseverance in my classroom.  I want my students to know that they haven’t failed until they stop trying.

The Place I Intend To Be

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by Suzy Wordmuser:  http://wordmusing.wordpress.com/

Chasing rainbows

such a pointless task

pretty as they are

there’s nothing to hold

just a fleeting moment

a desire for something

that never was

could never be

would not satisfy

my human mind

my body of flesh

I never run

to find  the worthless

I pursue

with slow intent

those things

that have value

that make sense to me

and have become my world

My imaginings

are never empty

or fleeting

they are unbroken plans

a vision

made from years

of hard work

starting

from nothing

ending with

everything

That place I intend to reach

I surely will

Worst Day

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By Trey Lee   

Through life we experience trials and tribulations. There are ups and downs along the way but we hold firm to the belief that there is a wonderful ending. This has proven true in my life as I have gone through my ups and downs. A particular down that I had to deal with was when my grandmother passed away. This was particular hard on me for a number of reasons. The first was that she had a special connection with everyone she met. She had the ability to be anyone’s friend. She shared a common connection in that sense with my grandfather who to this day has never met a stranger. Another reason that her passing was hard on me was the fact that she had suffered having been diagnosed with cancer for four years. This was very hard for me to see.  The third reason I wish to share about this being a trial in my life is that I had never known death until her passing. Her passing taught me a number of things including stronger faith, dealing with pain along with a number of other things.

My grandmother had a special connection with everyone she came into contact with. She had the ability to talk to anyone no matter how ruff they may have appeared on the outside. She was constantly serving others and helping them become better. After all she raised the man who would raise me, so she must’ve done something right. It was hard for me to ever imagine she would pass on. To me all men were immortal because until that point I had never had someone so close to me pass on.

My second reason that the passing of my grandmother was difficult for me was that she had suffered battling leukemia for four years. When they found the cancer she was not expected to make it through the night. This proved to be wrong seeing that she lived an additional four years. That was a miracle in and of its self. She would get better and then a little worse. Towards the end of her time on earth, she decided that she might be ready to meet her maker. She was placed on hospice and was taken care of for a number of months. This was hard for my grandfather to see; she was and still is his queen. I still, to this day, get choked up even writing about it. To see one as wonderful as this human being suffer, was a very hard thing to do.

The last thing I wish to write about is that up to that point in my life, I had never seen someone pass on. In my world all men were immortal and there was no death. I guess that comes with the naivety of youth.  This was an eye opener. It taught me much about faith. During this time of mourning I knew that it wasn’t the end somehow. But it was part of something bigger.  I cannot say that what I felt was something other than what it was because that would give anyone who ever reads this great injustice. Her passing was hard on me but it taught me many great things. The mercies of God are great and powerful.  A scripture passage that helped me cope with her loss can be found in 2nd Nephi chapter 4 verses 15 through 35.

Hard things do happen. And how we respond to the hard things in life can enormously effect what we do after the trials. I was fortunate enough to grow from this hard time. Many however are not so fortunate. The total realization that came to me can be felt by anyone who so desires. It is only up to the person to find for themselves.  Millions have found it and there are millions more who can.