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Picking Up the Pieces of Me
How many times can a heart be broken? Do the pieces ever fit together again? A heart is simply complicated. It's ever changing and ever growing, reshaping and forming or filling holes. The pieces may not be perfectly fitting when you try to put them back together but somehow they fit and grow together - maybe slightly or deeply scarred. Nevertheless...they fit, perfectly forming you. Perfectly you - imperfectly you...it's all you.
~Azria~
If we all know how fleeting time is, why do we waste it? Why do we settle for mediocre when we can have and deserve so much more. People, myself included, waste their lives while living and at the end we fight for it....why can't we be content with where we are on the journey because Time will never be our ally or friend.
OK so my week started with my 5 year old daughter calling someone a douchebag. She used the word perfectly and even explained to me why the person was considered a douche. She is too smart and usually is very clever in her word choice to cause you to feel inadequate in many ways. This simple use of the word douchebag floored me. Today, my 10 year old daughter approached me as we were getting ready to leave the house and handed me a list of orders for Japanese erasers. She then said, "Mom, I have customers at school." I looked at her kind of confused at first and then realized what she was saying. She proceeded to explain to me that in the store we charge 99 cents for the erasers and with tax it comes out to $1.06 and stated, " Mom, I'm charging $1.50 and I want my 20% discount." I just stood there like an idiot I am sure and dropped my bag. So freakin adorable...but wow. :P
