the generation of gender equality

very well said!

See, there's this thing called biology...

There sure are some smart women in the world. One blogger posted these poignant words, “We are the generation of gender equality, and we can’t stop hurting each other because we have no sense of how to get along.”  A-yep.

Men and women have never had an easy time of it. Relationships have always been about angst and stress and trying to figure out how to get along, but we have done a grave disservice to the cause of love.

When our culture decided to completely rewrite the biological narrative, I doubt anybody understood the implications, the cause and effect that would snowball down the hill and impact every area of our society. But never mind the decline of Western Civilization, today I just want to bemoan some the harm that’s been passed down to the generation of gender equality, myself included.

It’s really hard to have a relationship…

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What do painful emotions really mean?

Interesting read! Thank you for sharing. Reblogging this one! 🙂

Midnight Blues

I’m currently reading an intriguing book on the topic of authenticity and emotions. I’ve transcribed some passages that spoke to me and that I felt could help many others. Please find the bibliographical information in the footnote below.


Authentic power is alignment of your personality with your soul. Creating authentic power is dramatically different from the pursuit of external power.

The creation of authentic power is a lifetime endeavor. It requires becoming aware, moment by moment, of what you are feeling and the decisions that you are making. The creation of authentic power confronts you with the most unhealthy parts of yourself- the parts that blame,criticize,judge,resent,envy, and hate others, yourself, and the Universe. These are the parts that must be uncovered,acknowledged, and changed. They are also the parts that most want to change others rather than to be changed themselves.

Changing your life does not mean getting…

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INFJs: What are your hobbies?

I am curious what other INFJs like to do for fun!  Here are my favorite things to do:

1. Writing…obviously. lol
2. Sketching.  Not that I’m any good at it, but I enjoy it nonetheless.
3. Gardening.  Veggies and flowers.  I love cooking with food I just picked from my own garden!  I like canning my veggies, as well.
4. Archery.  I am actually not bad!
5. Music.  I love listening to music..allll the time.  I can’t do chores without it.
6. Walking/running outdoors.  I like to be outside and smell the flowers and soak up the sun.  And getting out to walk or run daily keeps me healthy.
7. Photography/scrap booking.  Not professional, just with my phone.  If I see something pretty, I have to take a picture.  If my son does something adorable, I have to take a million more.  I like having the memories captured in a photo to look at later.  I make scrap books out of all of them, and they come out pretty darn good!

Your turn!  🙂

Thoughts About Thinking

Very insightful INFJ post! 🙂

I Love To Go A Gardening

Nothing is common Everything is beautiful, but not everyone sees it.

I am almost never bored because I think that even the most common things are interesting to me. I think stories about every day life are fascinating because they give glimpses into how people live. I also am grateful to those who write stories or diaries about their lives because they give future generations a glimpse into how life used to be. I have a treasured memory of EJ and me visiting an older couple from our church–years ago, before JJ was born.  We sat on the large wraparound porch sipping lemonade on a hot summer day as the elderly man described how, back when he was young, his family would have to stop to patch the tires on their car every few miles on their way to town because, back then, tires weren’t so good and “blew” easily. How interesting! Family…

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“You’re the One With the Problem.”

I had a nightmare during my nap just now:

It was raining really hard, and was supposed to stay that way for days.  I’m not even sure where I was; it looked like my house on the inside, but outside was my parent’s house.  My older sister lived next door, and my other 2 sisters lived in the house with my parents.  I’m not sure why we were staying in the same house as my parents, because this would never happen in real life.  But whatever…We weren’t interacting with my parents much, we were all just trying to weather this storm.  The driveway had become a tiny mudslide, and our car was in the middle of it, stuck like chuck.  So there we were. 

We’re all sitting on my couch when a huge, fat black widow skitters across the floor and hides under the other side.  We we all jumped up screaming, and found a brown recluse crawling down the other side of the couch.  We were sitting in the middle of an infestation of deadly spiders.  I was terrifed and suggested we leave.  My younger sister had never moved from the couch, and proceeded to make fun of my spider phobia.  Typical.   Maybe my sister next door would let us stay with her.  I packed our bags and ran outside.  I could see my sister taking laundry off the line on her back porch, with her son in tow.  I went to her fence, and we made eye contact.  Her son, my nephew, didn’t even crack a smile.  They just looked at me, and quickly went back inside, locking the door.  Shutting me out.  I didn’t have a problem with her..not a one.  My mom obviously trashed me to her and made her hate me. 

My son was younger in the dream, around 6 months old or so.   My mom was holding him when she stuck her head out the back door and asked me to help her–she needed something important that was out in the car and she couldn’t carry it.  I snapped out of my shocked daze and followed her, baby and all.   We get to the car, and there is a flat bed trailer next to it.  Mom laid the baby on the trailer, in the rain.  I asked her why she couldn’t bring him inside the car with us while we gathered everything, just to shield him from the heavy rain.  She replied, “sometimes we have to do the best we can for our children, even when it’s hard.”  What?  okaaay…so she opens the car and there are a couple stacks of books piled up, most of them about health because that’s what she is obsessed with.  THAT is what we came out there in the pouring rain to get: books.  I was annoyed.  The rain got heavier, so we grabbed the baby and took shelter in the car.  She read one of her books and I made a card for her from my son.  I may not have the best relationship with her, but I still thought it’d be nice for her and my son to know each other at least.  As I’m writing in the card, she looks over and sees it.  She says, “So we’re writing letters now?  That’s how you want to keep in contact?”  I replied that yes, when we we’re out of there, it would be letters only.  She said, “whatever you want to do.  After all, you’re the one with the problem.”  Followed by a quick change of subject that left me wondering if I’d even heard her right.  Did she really just say that?  It’s so like her to throw some cold-hearted jab in the middle of the conversation and keep talking about something else, like that somehow will  make me forget she even said it.  Like that somehow made it okay.  I was going to get out of the car with the baby and walk back to house in the rain, but I woke up and the dream was over.

According to Dreammoods.com, this is the interpretation:

To see a spider in your dream indicates that you are feeling like an outsider in some situation. Or perhaps you want to keep your distance and stay away from an alluring and tempting situation. The spider is also symbolic of feminine power or an overbearing mother figure in your life. Alternatively, a spider refers to a powerful force protecting you against your self-destructive behavior.

To see a black widow in your dream suggests fear or uncertainty regarding a relationship. You may feel confined, trapped, or suffocated in this relationship.

(What’s interesting is that spiders have been a recurring nightmare for me for as long as I can remember.  hmm..)

To see a trailer in your dream suggests that you are feeling overburdened. You are carry more weight on your shoulders than you need to.

To see books in your dream indicate calmness. You are moving toward your goals at a slow and steady pace. Books also symbolize knowledge, intellect, information and wisdom.

To see mud in your dream suggests that you are involved in a messy and sticky situation. It also suggests that some spiritual cleansing is needed.  To dream that you are walking in mud suggests that you are feeling weighed down by a situation, problem, or relationship. You are feeling frustrated. To dream that mud has gotten on your clothing means that your reputation is being attacked and called into question. Consider the term “mud-slinging” to refer to some politicians. 

interesting.



 

Therapy..

I finally got up the nerve to make that phone call today…the one that would result in my first ever therapy appointment.  I am surprised at how nervous I am.  Am I nervous about finding the office, about getting lost on the way there, or not being able to find parking?  Is it just the idea that I have to be somewhere at a certain time?  Or am I nervous about baring my soul to a total stranger?  I hope this helps, I really do.  I’ve been through a lot and maybe this will help me put all the pieces of my past together.  Maybe I can finally have a normal relationship with my mother, and learn how to sort out and communicate my feelings.  It’s so easy to figure out everyone else, but I am my biggest mystery.  sigh…here goes nothin’!