What they didn't tell me vs what they did

  Why do I plan anything? May didn't go as planned. My Contract ended early in at the end of May and before my company could find me another in Baltimore my mother had a stroke, and I came home to Georgia. My mother is doing remarkably well, as her body broke down the clot and restored most of her function on its own.  The ten plus hours of driving back on my own gave me too much time to think about everything that has happened over the last couple of years.  I won't go into all the reasons life has turned out the way it has, because I truly don't know them. All I know is that I feel like I have been in special edition comic book where the character is being pulled through multiple realities every couple of minutes and with each transition finds themself about to be eaten, devoured, squished or otherwise, destroyed.  I have developed a new level of nonchalance over whatever life throws at me. Knowing I have no control over anything except how I respond to it. And so ...

When did I learn to "Care Bravely?" and why don't you care? New assignment. New hospital. New people. New  culture. Hello again. I have always cared about everyone. I have always felt it was important and right to watch out and care for those around me.  Even as a little child, I remember worrying about my classmates, family members, and neighbors. Through the years I have been told I am "too sensitive", "too nosey", and generally "too much" in all aspects of my life. I no longer care that others  may feel that I "care" too much. My goal is to be kind. To try my best to help others, and to be unafraid to call out injustices or meanness in the situations that I am in or around. I blame my parents. Really, I do. Growing up my home was always a place where people came. To play, to eat, to talk, to sleep, or to feel safe. I have lost track of the times we had someone staying with us. Through the years I came home with friends (or their ...

  The road too travelled.     Back in 2009 I tried to start this blog and failed. In fact, until tonight, I had forgotten I had attempted to create this blog back then.  (If I recall correctly, I only made an account so that I could comment and feel connected with a few other blogs I followed which were created by friends of mine.)     Unfortunately forgetting is not unusual for me. My husband can attest to the many started interests and hobbies I have started, got distracted from, and didn't return to for months, or even years.  You should see my crafting corner back home.     Speaking of home, I am currently 500 miles or more from mine. Sitting in a beautiful, but affordable Airbnb , listening to the birds come to roost with their chicks, all snug and tucked around the various nooks and crannies in the garden, the eves, and neighbor's bushes.     This is the first time I have been away from my husband and children for any rea...